(Jamie Madrox) Festival of What's that your Turn full circle, face to with the Omen I split you open I go for your And spit on your soul and slash weak shit apart Competition meets and in the way So all you common motherfuckers watch what you say I ain't friendly And ain't no body You're only slept on cause your shit is played and Then you with the enemy time and again And now the only people coming to your is friends Of sorry ass, I ain't sorry, I'm kinda glad I admit I took your cd back and it was scratched Should've that shit in half For your to try and take me For twenty out of my pocket with no apology Ordinary wanna-be, fly by night, high They call that one Daddy-X Cause he's like
(Chorus x2 - Violent J & Esham & 2 Dope) Burn, black smoke the sky You bring the out of me Your is I I to watch you fall, but you're already gone I to watch you fall, but you're already gone
(Monoxide Child) Quit taking up shelf space homie and just the weed And let the mainstream tell you when or not to breathe Don't ever diss me Or my with our shit Or we'll feed you to the same pigs I see you playing with Come and get You really want to get your piece rattled? All over a rap the fame game homie, and we don't play that So if you diss me, I'ma out where your folks stay at To say that, sparks 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 ain't a setup, it's the and you can deal with it All because you're by that Hollywood deal shit (?) It makes me sick, I wanna the only thing that matters about your album Is who else you got on it