lyrics Cyclone when I spit really got you spinning. Red zone ringing like I'm ready for the killing. Comatose on the thrill , rising from the ceiling. OT on the beat , bars just got me trippin I play tho, slaying everything track on the same show. On the flow of the death row. But we move slow. Get it bro, I'm just blowing fire but you're getting frooze. Setting up those level that you never know I'm making the hit, making it lit like it's ending. Resending all my energies, raising from descending . Getting many hates , but I left them on the pending. Started with nothing and I'm leaving all on lending. Story untold, a star is born now he shining The glory turns cold with the legacy that be carry My pages got cursed folded still I found blessings Out from the matrix hole and they be still racing bitch