You got less than a minute left to recognize the voice Take your blindfold off, look at the size of this joint I see you lookin at the barrel, I'ma get to the point What the fuck is this I'm hearin 'bout beef wit'cha boy? Beef with who? I got my problems to face Cause it pours when it rains out in Washington state Behind a hexagonal shaped gate, you can't even relate Right now I live inside a base Inside the beast, watch how I move and speak There's military police on every street Life is shit, I taste it in the food I eat Motherfuckers be amazed by how cool I keep I don't get depressed, I get the vest You still don't recognize the voice, you got 20 seconds left Dawg, my team is small, but you can still look to the left of your head and see a red beam on the wall Firepower so awesome, when the barrel is barkin I lean forward to keep from fallin My gun's got grenade launchers on the bottom Keep talkin, you'll be restin as pieces in a coffin