[Intro – 4 bars] (Sound of a weapon cocking, silence, then a heavy exhale) You’re stepping into the radius. Bad move. Lyrical Death Machine... Step one. This is KB. And, Don't. Test. Me. [Verse 1 – 8 bars] I’m a lyrical miracle, cynical criminal, subliminal sentinel. Minimal intervals, killing the generals, chemical minerals I’m entering mentally, century’s energy, penalty’s memory Clemency? Never see, bury the enemy, sever the remedy You’re stepping to KB, you must be a baby, a little bit crazy Your vision is hazy, your hustle is lazy, you’re pushing up daisy I’m cutting the brake lines, I’m reading the fake signs, I’m taking the great shines I’m making the headlines, ignoring the deadlines, and drawing the red lines. [Pre-Hook – 4 bars] The trigger is cold... the chamber is hot You’re taking a shot... at the king of the lot I’m giving you one... little second to flee Before I unleash... the disaster in me [Hook – 8 bars] Don't test me, I’m a loaded gun with a hair-trigger mind A different design of a dangerous kind that you never will find Don't test me, or you’re gonna become a statistic tonight I’m ending the fight before you can even begin with the bite Yeah, don't test me, the warning is final, the message is clear I’m the sum of your fear and the end of your little pathetic career So back up and pack up and shut up and look at the lyrical glee Of the monster you woke... baby, don't test me. [Verse 2 – 8 bars] I’m verbal assault with a pepper and salt and a vault with a fault I’m bringing the halt to the cult of the adult who act like a dolt Precision decision, I’m causing division, a lyrical vision Incision, collision, derision, a prison of sonic misprision You want to debate? I determine your fate at the moment you hate I’m clearing the plate and I’m closing the gate and I’m setting it straight A tactical practical, mathematical, radical, fanatical I’m climbing the ladder, you’re looking all sadder, it doesn’t even matter. [Verse 3 – 8 bars] I’m faster than fiber, a lyrical sniper, a viper, a piper A diaper-ass wiper, a typer, a swiper, a hyper-ass griper I’m stripping the paint off the walls of the saint with a taint and a faint Constraint and complaint and a restraint that simply just ain't You’re poking the bear in the middle of lair, do you even care? I’m ripping the air with a flare and a glare and a style that is rare So take a step back and attack on a track that is actually wack Cause stepping to me is a suicide pact in a body bag sack. [Hook – 8 bars] Don't test me, I’m a loaded gun with a hair-trigger mind A different design of a dangerous kind that you never will find Don't test me, or you’re gonna become a statistic tonight I’m ending the fight before you can even begin with the bite Yeah, don't test me, the warning is final, the message is clear I’m the sum of your fear and the end of your little pathetic career So back up and pack up and shut up and look at the lyrical glee Of the monster you woke... baby, don't test me. [Verse 4 – 8 bars] This isn’t a battle, it’s slaughter of cattle, I make the bones rattle I’m sitting in saddle, I’m winning the battle, you’re losing the paddle Syllable stacking, I’m never-ass lacking, the system is cracking I’m hacking and tracking and smacking and packing and lyrical jacking You think you’re a god? You’re a fish in a rod, you’re a pea in a pod I’m giving the nod to the squad and the mod and the lighting rod The voltage is high and the limit is sky and you’re gonna die Lyrically speaking, I’m leaving you leaking and starting to cry. [Verse 5 – 8 bars] I’m ruthless and toothless? No, truth is I’m bootless and shoot-less I’m using my brain as the train for the pain and the lyrical rain I’m staining the page with the rage of the mage and the sage in the cage I’m turning the stage to a war and a wage and a legendary age Don’t offer a truce, I am cutting it loose, I am cooking the goose I’m drinking the juice and I’m tying the noose and I’m giving abuse It’s simply a sport, I am holding the court and holding the fort And making the report that your life is remarkably short. [Hook – 8 bars] Don't test me, I’m a loaded gun with a hair-trigger mind A different design of a dangerous kind that you never will find Don't test me, or you’re gonna become a statistic tonight I’m ending the fight before you can even begin with the bite Yeah, don't test me, the warning is final, the message is clear I’m the sum of your fear and the end of your little pathetic career So back up and pack up and shut up and look at the lyrical glee Of the monster you woke... baby, don't test me. [Outro – 4 bars] Consider this the warning shot. Next one aims for the head. KB. Class dismissed.
