EXTRA PRO:
 Yeah
 I can feel this
 been holdin' mics longer than Don Cornelius
 will this  ever end
 not 'till I seal this
 challenging your style reveal this
 to you wack niggaz
 phuck the trigga (get on the ground)
 and try to peel this
 'cause I'ma heal this  meaning your wounds and scars
 froze your flows  compose you down from G to R
 then expose you to the star
 that I caught you in
 and plus this motherphucka' brought a friend
 so you're not scary, very silly really
 nothin' puffin' out ya chest
 I doubt ya fresh
 and Billy's bluffin'
 and so it's cool for you to do
 your clout was less soon as you did that
 ya shit's wack
 forget rap
 there's extra robes in your choir stand while you admirin'
 the niggaz in higher places who are firin'
 you weak shit so knock on
 Opio they wanna be dropped on (come on give it to 'em)
 OPIO:
 Yeah
 Hieroglyphics rock on
 outlastin' the niggaz graspin' on to the past
 when they was everlastin'
 let the times pass 'em
 now they gaspin' for breath
 with nothin' left
 they used to be def
 I guess they blacked out
 they need to back out
 wack wasn't our shit from jump
 I never did give a damn about a punk MC
 my sworn enemy
 I live to see 'em all fall off
 just memories
 'cause we the uncontested
 Hieroglyphics unimpressed wit' (what)
 the shabby competition, they gets left quick
 plus these R&B niggaz on they dick
 they betta' stick to singin'
 stop clingin'
 to the real shit, listen
 get a clear understandin', this is competition
 demandin'
 you can't get a hand in
 I stay on top, I'm never landin'
 leavin' MC's scramblin'
 I keep 'em grounded
 they can't compound slick lyrics together
 never had it in 'em, better
 leave that shit alone
 simp to the women for a minute
 that's how ya livin'
 give it up man, ya lost it
 ya look exhausted
 ya betta' off wit' the
 Heartbreaks, singin' backup
 'cause ya slackin' tremendously, ya never win
 ya mic gets smacked up
 disagree (huh), ya disallusioned
 'cause ya losin', jerk
 take some time out
 stutterin', can't even get ya phuckin' rhyme out
 who da champ?, who da joke?, let's find out
 straight out the O' and niggaz love me fo' it
 the mack poet
 down wit' Extra Pro, it don't stop y'all
 and niggaz can't catch up
 unmatched, diggin' niggaz on the mic
 I'm such a pimp
 and don't attempt, ya can't touch me
 shut that shit up, ya weak (yeah)
 I make the freaks get up
 [CHROUS:]
 "(It don't stop)don't stop(don't quit)don't quit X4
 (We gotta' come wit' the funky shit)"
 EXTRA PRO:
 Now Hieroglyphics ain't no motherphuckin' joke
 so soak, in the liquids and bottles of dopeness
 I won't be so subtle to rope this
 around ya neck
 we got respect
 hocus pocus
 try ta focus
 ya see into me and
 ya read into the beats
 sweet
 is my style, I'm disturbed
 I got a list and mile
 of MC's that don't pile the right vowels
 I'll, listen and laugh (ha, ha, ha...)
 while you don't have what we have, I'm dismissin' yo' staff
 and if you ain't followin' then you missin' the wrath
 have you forgotten, I'm fed up
 shut up, when I'm speakin'
 while you're seekin'
 a style we rock on the weekend
 now you're peekin'
 at me and my man while we're freakin', reekin'
 the smell of funks
 punks, get the leakin' (ha)
 from the dillz (but they still ain't fresh)
 time ta chill.