Yeah  ninety six  Park Hill style
 Burial ground sound  in it forever Dunn
 Politic
 Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino
 Here we come  right through your eardrum Dunn
 Cherry head catch  feel the draft of the aks
 You catch one  trying to pretend you could win
 Headlock  show the block kid counterattack
 Don of mine stay connect  4th Disciple trife
 Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam
 Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin
 Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever
 chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king
 So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down
 Only two loyal, dustin that find you there for
 You wanted to enter thirty-six in the soil
 My technique is speak have you knocked out weak
 Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep
 Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle niggaz can't stop
 Runnin wild like a child till we reach the top
 Stapleton, New Bright, and West Brighton the harbor
 Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech
 Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up
 Cap the imperial, bring out new material
 You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head
 Wu is in town, catch the hand-off
 Prepare for my dancehall standoff
 Mercy when I come blow your mic-hand off, sorry I touched him
 Here they come again through customs
 Mad ways to dead the wax one way to bust him
 Chorus:
 If it's alright with you it's alright with me
 We can take this rap game to a higher degree
 We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be
 Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon
 Verse Two: U-God, AKA Golden Arms
 These ninety-nine powerful circling swords
 Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on
 Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists
 Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist
 Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist
 Burnt to a crisp, bombarded my pistol grip
 Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone
 Leaning Tower Pisa sounds of the Mars zone
 Chef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still linger
 Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up
 Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm
 Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend
 I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion
 I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean
 My path releases, volcanic acids
 Engage in the page activity is autographics
 Fraction of my busting microphones start to lust and
 words plays over power practice might bust em
 The black male persuasion known to hunt you for sane
 The Big Apple verbal concert, for the occasion
 The vital snap, now insert my Spinal Tap
 I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped
 The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan
 With Earth Wind and Fire, ice water dead grams
 American hustler up and coming with a vengeance
 Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension
 one lesson motivation for my pistol profestation
 Slang person nailed now we move on a motation
 Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel
 Politic the defecit measure, point the decibel
 We're credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrel
 Advanced chemo, Die Hard to my demo
 Chorus