Wake Up Pts. 1 & 2

Hey yo! ...let's go!
 I'm a fugitive, running form my past
 How long will freedom last?
 I'm swinging knuckles of brass
 motivated, hustle for cash
 I'm puffing the hash,
 leave a rapper on the ground with his jugular slashed
 And laugh at him, it's humorous
 A lot of MCs got one style, me I got numerous
 I stand out, so nobody is confusing us
 I'm way better, cold winners beige leathers
 Black pistols, red eyes, blue jeans
 White widow caked up, new green!
 Travel across borders across waters
 Being short on my cash flow is a tall order!
 Your style's shallow like fountains when they toss quarters
 Wishing the way to be the pick in the day
 Mother fuckers will care to hear the shit you would say
 I step through the door
 Sharper than a blade form a Moor
 Success be more like the...
 what a mess!
 I ain't gotta brag when I double cash!
 Come easy like a breezy with a troubled past
 Still, by popular demand
 Return like a shirt when you wore it with a tag
 Still found in the C-U-T
 Eyes low, tae bo, no SUV
 C A to the D, what up? talk shit
 The shoe fit, equipe
 Get your tongue shoot string damn
 Stay sound, as I crack jaws
 You lock doors!
 We break through the boards in the drywall
 By far we the highlight
 you want an extra catch shade from the spotlight, right
 No pressure, respect just the best
 To headline the bill like rent from your next check!
 M.E.D