(Jamie Madrox) Festival of What's that holding? full circle, face to face with the Omen When I split you I go for your And spit on your soul and slash that weak shit meets common and in the way So all you common motherfuckers better what you say I friendly bitch And ain't no asleep You're only slept on cause your is played and weak Then you slept with the time and again And now the only people coming to shows is friends Of your ass, I ain't sorry, I'm kinda glad I I took your cd back and said it was scratched Should've broke shit in half For your to try and take me For twenty dollars out of my with no apology wanna-be, fly by night, high MC's They call that one Daddy-X he's like fifty-three
(Chorus x2 - Violent J & & Shaggy 2 Dope) Burn, smoke fills the sky You bring the out of me killer is I I love to watch you fall, but you're already I love to watch you fall, but already gone
(Monoxide Child) Quit taking up space homie and just pass the weed And let the mainstream tell you when or when not to ever fucking diss me Or my crew with our Or we'll feed you to the fucking pigs I see you playing with and get some You really want to get your front piece All over a rap the fame game homie, and we don't play that So if you diss me, I'ma find out where your stay at To say that, they fly, but we don't die And on the day of July You got eye full Get the fuck off the stage and way Like the legendary hope, here and gone the next day It ain't a setup, it's the truth and you can deal it All because sheltered by that Hollywood deal shit (?) It me sick, I wanna vomit Cause the only thing that matters your album Is who else you got on it