(Jamie Madrox) Festival of What's that your Turn full circle, to face with the Omen When I split you I go for your And spit on your soul and slash that weak shit meets common and in the way So all you common better watch what you say I ain't friendly And ain't no asleep You're only slept on cause your shit is and weak Then you with the enemy time and again And now the only people coming to your shows is Of your ass, I ain't sorry, I'm kinda 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 Cause he's fifty-three
(Chorus x2 - Violent J & Esham & 2 Dope) Burn, smoke fills the sky You the wicked 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 space homie and just the weed And let the mainstream tell you or when not to breathe Don't ever fucking me Or my crew our shit Or we'll feed you to the same fucking pigs I see you with and get some You really want to get your front piece All a rap battle It's the fame game homie, and we don't play 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 the legendary hope, here today and gone the next day It ain't a setup, the truth and you can deal with it All because you're sheltered by that Hollywood shit (?) It me sick, I wanna vomit Cause the only thing that about your album Is who you got rapping on it