Artist: A.I.G.
Album:  Fame Labs Presents
Song:   The Reunion
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Darkim Be Allah]
King of Fame, first of all storms the floors
I take my shit off, guard ya gloss, I never lost
Pull hard triggers and extort small niggas
I got in this game, for all the figures
Live a shot-block, inebriated
State of the beef created
Live by the knife, life abbreviated
Hated my arrival, King Heron cursed my survival
Wrote a book of verses in the bible
All signs is vital, I put suckers in infirmary
Slave ship, play the brick for eternity
Rhyme fame, slayin MC's with the mind game
Baddest mothafucka in my timeframe
Street royalty, all attacks, street money
that spoiled me, King'll clock it
Gold chain rockin, schemes are plottin
Long, strong hustle from the bottom
I got a plush-in, watch ya whole block start flushin
I'm rushin niggas, King of Fame bring as the T-Big is

[AllahWise]
It's hard to Walley war, Scott bomb me and get props
Rock with Donnie Banks, it's top rank, time to rob the banks
Picture sharp shanks, move like a shark, out the fish tank
and blast like a missle tank with rhymes
A frank line but never did time for the crime
We still shine, fuck it, spark up a dime of James Brown
on the way down, mix it with the Owl, green fiend
Put on the high beam, computer graphic screen
Drop math, between every line between the crime scene
Hold a M-16 like Mark and spark 'em
My enemies, we get the CREAM and get away clean
Duke, make a hobby, he's a snake robbin fake God-body
He's beef-create, Charlie, if you gotta get him Donnie
We know what this is out, he tried to snitch us out
Slap him up, duct-tape his mouth, make sure he don't shout