Radar (Original) lyrics

[Sevin]
Uh
I'ma scoop these rookies like a bag o' Vans
Battle? Naw
Jabba with a jagged lance
You hate cuz you can't advance
Too late, you had yo chance
I'm supposed to respect you cuz you sag yo pants?
(Sevin spit a flame)
Naw mayne
Spit an avalanche
Cold as the driven snow
Gettin' low, 64
Switchin' like Whitney off of a Mickey
And a fifth of blow
The dough can't save ya
Get ya flow choked like the Superbowl hopes
Of the Oakland Raiders
This is no Fantasia
It's real as the hand of God
Verbal execution
As abusive as a canon ball
The size of my own fist
Thrown from the deck of a pirate ship
Chew your dome wit' yo neck
No respect
I write using hieroglyphs
For these biters with they eyes on this Russel Crowe
Gladiator stylus
And I came to claim what's been ours
I'm feared yet revered like the ghost of the Twin Towers