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