Mass distortion the amps are screaming 

Pandemonium in the B-Boy Kingdom 

Destroy and sting 'em venemous sharp tip 

Feeling his pen strokes 

For women and men folk 

Ab's recording for bastard orphans 

All homes is broken life's in your hands 

Don't let the moment stifle your plans 

God bless the homeless no one supports them 

Puffin' Alaskan or maybe some Oregon 

Feel the wrath of Scorpion to your misfortune 

Set the torches, my last one scorched 'em 

Now they back for more of this natural order 

'Stract is sort of addictive on ya 

Strong as a prescription for some pure ganja 

Code of Honor and secret holdin' 

From the oldest shamen to youngest, quote it in 



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Warriors, come out to play-ee-ay-ee-ay (Where my warriors at? Where my warriors at?) 

With swords and shields and guns and knives 

With pens and pads turntables mics we're 

Warriors, come out to play-ee-ay-ee-ay (Where my warriors at? Where my warriors at?) 

With chains and bats brass knuckles pipes 

With rhymes I write that can shed some light on this 



Mass confusion the spotlight beaming 

Trip like illusions in colliseums 

My contribution will fry their braincells 

Blaze a tight rhyme now it's time to raise hell 

We come with the bomb and best cuts 

And when the show's over your hair is messed up like 

Mass distortion grabbin' the porcelain 

Drunk too much gin throw it back up nauseous 

Cautious, do not drink too much nightly don't know 

When my last day here might be 

Rights of passage, life's a math test 

Add up your successes and losses clashes 

With arch-rivals, we tribal 

My whole discography's a Bible 

Don't bite your idols 

Won't play high-post 

But when I sleep it's only one eye closed, niggas 



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