Incredible - B-Real

I saw him getting tired of his killing

They must stop

I in L.A. once and New York City

Light a bong in D.C., a phat spliff in Philly

You’re hallucinating, ready and open for ill shit

So with that let me take you on a real field trip

So when I swing on the mic, like a sword I spit

So many cutthroat notes on some Kill Bill shit

The last one who tried had no support

Like the Chunky try to cop a hit but comin' up short

Me, I’m coming ap boy, a lackadaisical

Bow down while you hear the tracks on radio

Chow down on the food for thought

And I really don’t give a fuck if you’re ready or not

You gonna do me and I might just do you

Wit' slick talk, gunshots and lots of boom boom

Joke a grand, nigga, I ain’t fuckin' wit' froo-froo

And you dead weight bitches, I ain’t fuckin' wit' you too

Words are like lead bursting out of the barrel

And harm comes to those who put their lives in peril

The hands off quicker than the eye can follow

So if you blink the results will make your head piece hollow

I’m the scourge of the West with the SIG on my hip

You ask any enemy they’ll say that niggas equipped

Clear the town, homie, I’m the real

I’ll be chilling at your wake in the black tuxedo

O-o, once again

O-o-o, once again

O-o-o-o-o-once again

Once again, back it’s the incredible

O-o, once again

O-o-o, once again

O-o-o-o-o-once again

Once again, back it’s the incredible

Once-ce-ce-ce again

Ba-ba

Back back back

Back-back-back-back it’s the incredible