(Jamie Madrox) Festival of What's that your full circle, face to face with the Omen When I split you I go for your And spit on your soul and slash that shit apart meets common and in the way So all you common motherfuckers better what you say I friendly bitch And no body asleep You're only slept on cause your is played and weak Then you with the enemy time and again And now the only people to your shows is friends Of your sorry ass, I ain't sorry, I'm kinda I admit I took your cd back and said it was Should've broke shit in half For your to try and take me For twenty dollars out of my pocket no apology Ordinary wanna-be, fly by night, high They that one dude Daddy-X Cause he's fifty-three
(Chorus x2 - Violent J & & Shaggy 2 Dope) Burn, black smoke the sky You the wicked out of me Your is I I love to watch you fall, but already gone I love to watch you fall, but already gone
(Monoxide Child) Quit taking up shelf space homie and pass the weed And let the mainstream tell you when or not to breathe Don't ever diss me Or my crew with our Or we'll feed you to the same fucking pigs I see you playing and get some You really want to get your front rattled? All a rap battle the fame game homie, and we don't play that So if you diss me, I'ma find out where your folks at To say that, they fly, but we don't die And on the twenty-first day of You got your eye Get the fuck off the and make way Like the legendary hope, here 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 deal (?) It makes me sick, I wanna Cause the only thing that matters your album Is who else you got on it