Them days behind me, Out in the booth is were you find me, Off on journey to pinicals I keep climbing, Writing out these bars I loose sleep to rhyming, It's all about flow and timing, Lyrics and a beat intertwining, Sick of these bitches whining, I want daggers to start flying, The talents drying, so many brothers are dying There all dying I'm a killa, North east killa, Want to make a floor filler, This couldn't be any more realer I'm a killa A North east killa Killa Don, Out on the road on my one, Boro Don, Best know where I'm from, Bitches say I'm long, Like the pipe off a bong, I'm banging on my chest like king Kong, Police see me I didn't do a thing wrong, Some days I'm so chonged, I just look like a mong, I'm a killa I'm a killa, North east killa, Want to make a floor filler, This couldn't be any more realer I'm a killa A North east killa