Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo 
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo 
All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now
It's goin down 
One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby
Shaolin what?
Come on, come on, HA!

Dangerous ground
Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down
War and peace, I take it to the street
Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
And curse his first born, is this thing on?
Send 'em to the children of the corn we the people
See, niggaz through the eye of the demon
My lethal injection, destroyin evil
Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol
Aimin at your brain tissue, do or die
Said the spider to the fly "Could this one be tasty"
Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me
On the job like Dick Tracy
Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D.
Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it
Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten
In the rotten apple
I kick dirt on the sand castle
Check the flavor all natural

(Beat your feet)
Hot Niks son
(E-mizer)
Before you get the main course
(Taste a appetizer)

Submerged in the word
Heavy headed verbal
Smack you, mentally disturb you attack you
Thirty-six chamb once again comin at you 
Young gun got the body snatch you observe
Yo eyes work you can only see through the third
Eyeball baby I'm the norm on the bird
To shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on
Track yellin at me get yo arrow god
Victory is hard
Regardless to whom or what 
They all get retard it's a law
Runnin through a house and your block party, we wreck-tion
And Hot rock the body body, St. Bernards
Couldn't save your enterrage plat lobotamy
Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly
Dumb deaf and blind is it
I keep your spine out the battery pack spark it with mine keep it movin

Now everybody just throw your hands in the......
What the fuck?
Peace - who this?


Mind detect mind
A  P.L.O. da startin line
Deep Space Nine
Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs
Let's converse snatch the tap from your purse
Body-surf on the verse head first
Peeped your feet bitch straight beat you know wit the heat
And you spazzed out spittin out teeth ain't nothin please
Big boys don't destroy blunt is so pop stare on
50 men convoy, spends to wear the big toy
Rumble through the wasteland my hands on the silencer
40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander
Synchronize minds combine thoughts that motivate 
Dont' perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate 
Street politicians on a suicide mission 
Crime vision finger itchin from a scope-view position
Dangerous ground
Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down


Yo
Keep ya eyes open 
Love potion number nine poetry in motion
Knowledge me the seventh sign
Scold it canivin
Infiltrate is most of mine 
Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine
Push and get shoved what the fuck gods thinkin of
Comin in the club wit that screw face, actin up
Is we men or mice, bad moon risin
We wild for the night
Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice cuz-a
That's what happened when frontin on this Shaol brotha 
Island of Staten we in here no fear
Assault wit intent
To kill your whole regiment it's real
Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun 
Tear apart something you don't want it then don't start none
Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly
Handle my B-I camouflauge like G.I.
Fat like Joe, a day in the life
Your money or your life that's the life
Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle
Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle
(Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh)
Dangerous ground 
Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down 
War and peace, I take it to the street
Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
Motherfuck