(Jamie Madrox) Festival of What's your holding? full circle, face to face with the Omen When I you open I go for heart And spit on your soul and slash that weak apart Competition common and in the way So all you common motherfuckers watch what you say I ain't bitch And no body asleep You're only on cause your shit is played and weak Then you slept with the enemy time and And now the only coming to your shows is friends Of sorry 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 attempt to try and me For dollars out of my pocket with no apology Ordinary wanna-be, fly by night, high They call one dude Daddy-X he's like fifty-three
(Chorus x2 - Violent J & Esham & 2 Dope) Burn, black fills the sky You bring the out of me Your is I I love to you fall, but you're already gone I to watch you fall, but you're 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 crew our shit Or we'll you to the same fucking pigs I see you playing with Come and get You really to get your front piece rattled? All a rap battle 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, sparks fly, but we don't die And on the twenty-first day of You got eye full Get the fuck off the and make way Like the legendary hope, here and gone the next day It a setup, it's the truth and you can deal with it All because you're by that Hollywood deal shit (?) It makes me sick, I vomit Cause the only thing that about your album Is who else you got on it