(Jamie Madrox) Festival of What's that holding? Turn circle, face to face with the Omen I split you open I go for your And spit on your soul and slash that shit apart Competition meets and in the way So all you common motherfuckers watch what you say I ain't bitch And no body asleep You're only slept on cause shit is played and weak Then you 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 glad I admit I took your cd and said it was scratched Should've that shit in half For attempt to try and take me For dollars out of my pocket with no apology Ordinary wanna-be, fly by night, high call that one dude Daddy-X Cause like fifty-three
(Chorus x2 - Violent J & Esham & 2 Dope) Burn, smoke 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 you're gone
(Monoxide Child) Quit taking up shelf homie and just pass the weed And let the tell you when or when not to breathe Don't fucking diss me Or my crew our shit Or feed you to the same fucking pigs I see you playing with and get some You want to get your front piece rattled? All a rap battle It's the 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 they fly, but we die And on the day of July You got your eye Get the fuck off the stage and way Like the legendary hope, here today and the next day It ain't a setup, it's the truth and you can deal it All because you're by that Hollywood deal shit (?) It makes me sick, I vomit Cause the only thing that matters your album Is who else you got on it