“As I grow up (I’m still a young head), fighting is always on the back of my mind. I’d find myself provoking and joking with peers to the point where they’d wanna fight me. It was all humor to me. I never threw a full blown punch at ANYONE; they’d be petty hits to match whom ever opposed power. They’d always want to or would strike first and thats when, I’d laugh. I let them take out their frustration. Absorbing punches and not even phased. This is because in my mind, I KNOW that if I fight back, I would not be content with myself unless I diminish they’re existance. In other words, I would not be pleased unless I’d KILL my peers with my bare hands by all means necessary. I know I have this instinct and that its a gift, so why would I use it against my peers who would in their minds “fight” someone who’s already considering them DEAD? I do my best to suppress it and I detest and don’t condone violence but I know its my fighting passion. I wish to never prove it to you in the street. Only in the ring with the sweetest science known to killers. God makes the hungriest killers the most humorous for a reason I guess hahaha” —my passion. Find yours or challenge me to mine.
“Run at em face to face but Can’tHearWhatHeSayinYet.So I SQUEEZE a Magazine Into his FACE plus the BAYONET. toss his body in the air, my bruh’s catch em with a SAFETY NET blade faced cushions pierce the spine until he MAKING SENSE. Pain is of tounges. Speak it from the lungs, cuz I can’t understand you with a MouthFulla SLUGS.” —k.Sam
“Make 1 false move around me, I say, Fuck It, I’m RIDING. And ain’t no sense of tryna duck me, mothafucka I’ll FIND THEM.” —Fif.
“I know through my papi and my papi’s papi…that my instincts derrive from KILLERS. I pray you never meet that side of me. I’ll find ANY of my enemies and hang em by his parent’s and siblings MANGLED AND TANGLED intestines. AT. ALL. COSTS. Axe merk thrasher to the cold core. Luckily God knows this, and surrounds me with blood and loved ones. I also keep people laughing at their struggle. To not take it so seriously, to the point of self inflicted consequences. Just don’t laugh at anyone elses. Cuz you’ll find yourself hangin upside fuckin down by another real killer out here in this jungle. I give everyone and anyone Respect before a post massacre burial. Don’t get it taken away. Please.” —a very self controlling, warm hearted young man.
“Its funny how niggaz never hear you, til you RUN DOWN ON EM. GUN DOWN ON YOU.” —50
“I’m FUCKED UP. It really doesn’t matter though, Hundred-9milimeter shells in the Calico.WAIT. Niggaz drop like Dominos.Run For Ya Life PUTA, Si, VAMANOS.” —Ferrari