Intro: Deck
me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin The special technique of
Poisonous, (word word word) I should slap all y'all niggaz for in my fuckin face with that shit Alright cool yeah, go man...
Verse Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS
Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph in half, it be the Deck on the warpath First leavin mics with a cast Causin ruckus the aftermath when guns blast Run fast, here comes the assaulta Rhymes runnin like a child in a walker I scored from the slums abroad And my thoughts are razor I sliced the mic from the cord they criticize, but now they have become mentally with hits that I devise Now I testify, the is I, Rebel INS Ya highness, blessed to voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll crush the who screamed to keep it real black down hoodied up and fatigues Part minor leagues receive third degrees like a wolf pack, once I pull back then guard you, and bust through like a
Verse Ghostface Killer a.k.a. Tony Starks
Yo, you fourteen carat gold computer wizard Tappin inside my rap vein blizzards Do I like the kills for ice like botta digits Gorillas with strength of eighty midgets The Earth spins ruins, rap blends Let my peeps in, gaspin swallowin aspirins a dosage, you overdosed in rap High explosives my post-its hypnotize hypnosis I sell goods, my whole is on the run like Natural Born Killers the album Thriller Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket Float like dope killer bees is I sponsor Ya entrepeneur, pens and like shakespeare When I I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs Fuck yeah, my crew down German My career is based on guns, throwin cats in Etcetera, any lame ass competitor Who try to front, get broken and passed leathers hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya Say never chumps crumbs deal with graphic Blew my overseas in mansions If rap was crack, packed I be tour cats Tax the kingpin of the rap drug niggaz get slapped in Manhattan for rappin, big steps off laffin
(Were you just the Wu-Tang school method against me? I've learned so styles, forgive me)
Verse Three: the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds
Sit back relax, niggaz don't get turns Watch me massage ya with slang that's king Projects filled with young men threats Who is that? Thousand dollar and techs Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit These mics is like cocaine Sun, the suicidal hype shit Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes Keepin up on outta state for cakes No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making off of fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that Pull ya shoes up black, matta of just adapt Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight Corners, stay surrounded foreigners Whattup dread? caught you grudgin for his bread But regardless, peace to niggaz with charges Unify layin in the with La My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, stamina and gamblers, and gram handlers Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek respect Rude bwoy you bet, keep it par shallah Pro like tar Designin the fly and stay shinin and the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's wine Concrete raps go to with 50 niggaz on the other side of the map Knew it's all good and all done what, we want Mike Tyson of this rap shit, out Macs for fun
Verse Four: The a.k.a. Maximillion
The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome Verbally I catch bodies cordless shotties Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like I bomb facts, my is an axe to split invisible, like dope fiend tracks the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows How we move like in sheep clothes data, microchips or software Undaground and off air, the of the Lost henchman from the North Strikin niggaz where the line crossed