(Jamie Madrox) Festival of What's your holding? full circle, face to face with the Omen When I you open I go for your And spit on your soul and slash weak shit apart meets common and in the way So all you common motherfuckers better watch you say I ain't bitch And ain't no body only slept on cause your shit is played and weak Then you slept with the enemy time and 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 back and it was scratched Should've broke that in half For attempt to try and take me For twenty dollars out of my with no apology wanna-be, fly by night, high MC's They that one dude Daddy-X he's like fifty-three
(Chorus x2 - Violent J & & Shaggy 2 Dope) Burn, black smoke the sky You the wicked out of me killer is I I love to 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 pass the weed And let the mainstream you when or when not to breathe Don't ever diss me Or my with our shit Or we'll feed you to the same fucking pigs I see you with Come and get You really want to get your front piece All over a rap It's the fame game homie, and we don't 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 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, the truth and you can deal with it All you're sheltered by that Hollywood deal shit (?) It makes me sick, I wanna Cause the only thing that matters about album Is who else you got on it