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