(Jamie Madrox) Festival of What's that your Turn full circle, face to face with the When I you open I go for heart And spit on your soul and that weak shit apart Competition common and in the way So all you common better watch what you say I ain't friendly And no body asleep You're only slept on your shit is played and weak you slept with the enemy time and again And now the people coming to your shows is friends Of your sorry ass, I ain't sorry, I'm kinda I admit I took your cd back and said it was Should've broke that in half For attempt to try and take me For twenty dollars out of my pocket with no wanna-be, fly by night, high MC's They call one dude Daddy-X he's like fifty-three
(Chorus x2 - Violent J & Esham & 2 Dope) Burn, black smoke the sky You bring the out of me Your is I I love to watch you fall, but you're already I love to watch you fall, but you're already
(Monoxide Child) Quit taking up shelf space and just pass the weed And let the mainstream you when or when not to breathe ever fucking diss me Or my crew with our Or feed you to the same fucking pigs I see you playing with Come and get You really want to get your front piece All a rap battle It's the fame homie, and we don't play that So if you diss me, I'ma find out where your folks at To say that, sparks fly, but we don't die And on the day of July You got your eye 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 makes me sick, I wanna Cause the only thing matters about your album Is who you got rapping on it