[ 60 Second Assassin ]
 I traveled so far
 Im chewin niggas lyrics for a Mars bar
 New era  bust em like reign terror
 So highly Mecca Nas a nigga died and measured
 The inevitable  beyond the ever so  this deadly technical
 Scribes get revised in the time before celestial
 No being or lyric ever hit precise  double sight
 Take light  through the crypts at night
 Spark pathetic brains and meteorite
 Seven heaven verses the seven wonder, lyrics of thunder
 As lightning strikes snakes out from under
 Cloudy men drips, sinks Niles of fine mist
 Worries startin to give, land for the tales out the crypt
 Of the dark, dead senses, gods of heavenly business
 Count Dracula told me how to find the eclipse
 I leave your lip stitched
 Cause you couldnt mind your business
 But when it came to this rap,
 You shouldve vacated the premises
 Make way for a chilla, guerilla, down low killa
 Get loopbtin civil, next up

 [ Prodigal Sunn ]
 Yo I believe thats me
 [ Trebag ]
 Aiyyo P get on the mic for the NYC

 [ Prodigal Sunn ]
 P attack you from the metronome
 Catch you in your groove home alone
 Blowin wit the chrome, nigga
 Im blowin to the bone
 My title be known, cannibal, dynamical maestro
 Sparked and fully hydroed my team of psychos
 Sell it higher than the Eifel Towers
 Seconds minutes led the hour, wein the power
 Spittin bibles, the sunshower, the wise out on the scene
 They think we forget the dream
 My aura sheens like morphine in your veins
 Pastors saying can you and your crew, oooh stand the rain
 Many men possess the gin in the jungle of sin
 Deeper than, Sunn chosen others frozen
 From the explosion, my opposition
 Protect my team of demolitions, full competition
 Keep em drinkin Benjin
 Like some chicken heads on the ground
 Bite the trey pound for foes that wanna get down
 Me and my clique sharpen the sound
 Infiltrate the town town town

 [ Trebag ]
 Next up
 [ Hell Razah ]
 Yo I believe thats me
 [ Trebag ]
 Aiyyo Razah get on the mic for the NYC

 [ Hell Razah ]
 If I could chew glass to this, true master shit check it
 Hell Razah raise from the dead black Lazaris
 Hittin ass to this on King Sols mattresses
 Bust your gat to this, make sure you hold it accurate
 John the Baptist this dip you wit the fish
 Aladdin out the genie lamp grant you on your wish
 Trapped in the studio booth and told the truth
 You better try a video shoot or get the boot
 From BK to Beirut we shuttin down groups
 Gatherin the loot while you mackin in a chicken coop
 Duck duck goose tie him in a noose
 Whats the use of havin your troops if you dont put them to use?
 Yall rappers couldnt blow if a windy storm produce
 And sung a kiddie song and wore a Power Ranger suit
 Salute the first fruit, King David birth root
 Play the earths flute just before I execute
 Next up

 [ Method Man ]
 Yo I believe thats me
 [ Hell Razah ]
 Aiyyo Meth lock it down like LAPD

 [ Method Man ]
 While you proceed to cut the mustard, I cut the cheese
 Mr. Freeze givin cold shoulders to mcs
 The sickest of disease
 Johnny Blaze at three hundred and sixty degrees
 My PLO stees is from here to overseas
 Guerillas in the mist swingin from the highest trees
 Bombin enemies
 See me in the global war being all that I can be
 Camoflauge fatigue, hard headed major league
 Got em under seige your battleship in sinkin
 20,000 leagues beneath sea level
 Adjust the trebel on that thang thang got your shovel
 Can you dig it? Keep talkin bout it while we live it
 All day, every days a Billie Holiday
 Lady sings the blues get the street news by the way
 Have you heard crime pay?
 Hit your block like that lava that burnt Pompei, mega hot
 In the melting pot, felt the shot around the world
 We unstoppable like Juggernaut baby girl
 Armed and dangerous treat militia, Ill make you famous
 Camoradiated verbal going through changes