[Hook: scratches]

[Jeru da Damaja:]

Competition you wish to take me out...I doubt that you're ready..

When I plan my attack. [gunshots]

[Prodigy:] And that's that


[Rock Shabazz:]

My rimes is like convicts, both fresh out the pen

Locked up inside of bars, terrorizing other men

Who take pride in shame, at they gay pride parade

Abomination to the earth, a dead body and a curse

They sleepin with other men but I'm labeled a homophobic

Like I'm the one with the problem

Like I'm the one with the cock in him

Reportin live from Sodom you got junior high lesbians

Faggots raising children

Even some of your favorite emcees is gay men

(Brothers and sisters! I don't know what this world is coming to)

But welcome to the Terrordome, the Dangerzone

Dungeons of Rap, where fake niggaz don't make it back

Check the stats nigga

Ninety-nine percent of these niggaz is wack rimin'

The other one percent I personally don't like em

Cause every single year, it seems and appears

These rappers chant and cheer for a killer and a queer

But fuck Liberace and fuck John Gotti

Words as sharp as a Gemstar

Bet y'all, that my rusty Bryco. makes wiggers act white

Makes niggaz act right

Coonin for the limelight?

Nigga get your mind right or lose your cred like five mics

Hip-Hop quotables and Unsigned Hype

Ya'll some Comicview jigaboos on the mic

And we Cosby and Pryor

Masters watchin amateurs' corny gimmicks backfire

Better duck or catch iron motherfucka


[Hook: scratches]

[Jeru da Damaja:]

Competition you wish to take me out...I doubt that you're ready

When I plan my attack [gunshots]

[Prodigy:] And that's that


[Crayon:]

This is the year of the cosmetic thug

Toting guns and buff

Street theatrics in order to create a buzz

Bullet wounds and jail time

Become equivalent to hotlines

Pose with a nine and watch your stock rise

All eyes on these magazine covers

Behind the scene vaseline lovers

They write it between rubbers

Motherfuckaz act like they tired of the wack shit

You sell a couple of records then these hypocrites'll ass kiss

Promoters made the underground corrupt

Now the name's synonymous with you just suck

So its fuck rap for the moment

The Longshots approaching

Witness hell freeze over in hopes heaven notice

Submit inside my pulpit

Or feel the fire from our full clips

That makes you retire from all your bullshit

You never been in the presence of real thugs (No)

Just grown men suckas for love that turned Blood (Imposters!)

And I refuse to be down with your crew

Meanwhile back on the block they're all getting shot

Motherfukaz!


[Hook: scratches]

[Jeru da Damaja:]

Competition you wish to take me out...I doubt that you're ready

When I plan my attack .(gunshots)

[Prodigy:] And that's that


[Senator:]

This is perhaps the sickest group ever promoted by a mainstream record company


[Crayon:]

Now can your mind picture

One room thirty kids

And your lucky if, your teacher speaks english

Now look at the class

Some of them belong in special ed

And some are pregnant

And some of them already did a bid

Think about it

Did the mayor really expect you to pass?

When all the text books are outdated

And belong in the trash?

I don't know, the future is bleek

Nigga I aint lying

Schools been getting shot up around here way before Columbine

Anyway they more like jails, classroom or a cell

Length of a sentence determines if you pass or you fail

Instead of graduation we getting ready for trial

I throw a seat up at the judge

I got a right to be hostile


[Rock Shabazz:]

Little girl, six years old, alone

Watching television

Watching rappers glamorize her father cause he's locked in prison

Up north he's homosexual

Should be home protecting you

But now his friend's molesting you

I creep when he's caressing you

And shoot him in his testicles