[Erick Sermon (doing an Onyx voice)]
 Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked
 And bust some to keep me uplifted
 It flows to my braincells like from smoke
 I'm no joke  I make an old man croak because I'm loc'
 I'm wild  psychosomatic  I got gats
 stored in my attic  for any crazy bastard
 It's all in the mind  when the E drops a rhyme
 My freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's
 I drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out
 like I stole somethin when I'm bustin
 I'm Don of mic with this shit
 I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig??
 Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna
 backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays!
 Can't get these nuts on the real
 It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel!
 ARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas
 with Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin heaters
 So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop
 on the E Double, check the sounds!
 I rise my eyes burnt like cherry
 Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry
 I don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye..
 .. until next try!!

 Def Squad, is in the house, yo
 Green Beret, is in the house, yo
 L.O.D., is in the house, yo
 Keith Murray, is in the house, yo

 [Keith Murray]
 And Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! The devil cut my
 sights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere
 For mad niggaz it's curtains
 I'm losin my mind, in this biological universe
 In my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse
 So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first
 and leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck
 Rip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!)
 From the little voice in my concious
 I might just leave a crazy-ass unconcious
 And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi
 A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind
 This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die
 Cause I'ma gets mines, bitch!

 West coast, is in the house, yo
 East coast, is in the house, yo
 N.Y.C., is in the house, yo
 Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo

 [Jamal]
 Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now?
 I'ma come down to represent the juveniles
 I kick styles that niggaz can't fuck with
 Cause when I come down I cold wreck the whole shit
 Now who the fuck wanna see Jamal I fades em all
 And any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall
 Now I come down to be the illest, the realest
 Any nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his
 cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit
 Cause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip
 Any motherfucker that wanna step nigga
 I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure
 that you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G.
 Bustin from Philly, chillin up in Cali
 Sally from the Valley fucked me and she burned me
 So you know I got the illest and I earned my props B
 Fo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC who step
 and let them know where the weapon is kept
 you punk bitch, and I hit a switch
 Any motherfucker step I dump him in the ditch
 Trick