(Jamie Madrox) Festival of that your holding? Turn full circle, face to with the Omen I split you open I go for heart And spit on your soul and slash weak shit apart Competition common and in the way So all you common motherfuckers better what you say I ain't friendly And ain't no body You're slept on cause your shit is played and weak you slept with the enemy time and again And now the only 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 it was scratched Should've broke shit in half For attempt to try and take me For twenty out of my pocket with no apology 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 the wicked out of me killer is I I love to watch you fall, but you're already 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 or when not to breathe Don't 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 over a rap It's the game homie, and we don't play that So if you diss me, I'ma find out where 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 today and gone the day It ain't a setup, it's the truth and you can with it All because you're sheltered by that Hollywood deal (?) It me sick, I wanna vomit Cause the thing that matters about your album Is who you got rapping on it