(feat. Copywrite, J-Zone, Cage, Mr. Eon, (Mad) Skillz...) 



Yeah, uh, Yeah, uh (Formaldyhide salmons) 

Northface gooses, South Orange Avenue producers 

Eastcoast is the loosest (Yeah) 

West district is ruthless (Boom Squad nigg-uh!) 

We leave you toothless (P-P-P) 

Eastern Conference All-Stars, ah 

Ghetto Stars (Like this) 



[Tame 1] 

The hip-hop Anthony Perkins, constantly merkin 

For certain, excuse me - y'all say for sheez-ay 

Dogs like me be like "We want Eazy!" 

Tame 1 be talkin greasy, this became a D-Day 

Burnin more rent lines than eight major freeways 

My motto is 'Fuck you, don't follow' 

Skirts who won't swallow, or get stunk tomorrow 

Oh well, I still can't tell, you actin beat bitch 

Beat it, no secret, I'll merk you half weeded 

My bars are like Zanex's 

Broke it down to fours, they bring down yours 

Encyclopedia Brown, kick it in punk! 



[Copywrite] 

This no-suggresive artform, none of you bastards want it 

Cuz I don't paint on a canvas, I slam rappers on it 

Laughin at clowns with they demos, passin 'em out 

Pass it to me, get it tossed to the trash with a smile 

Bad Boy, with a long barrel that's all narrow 

+Shyne+ behind bars like Jamal Barrow 

You got a cast-iron stomach? 

Let's see how strong it is when I cock this and blast iron from it 

You flow sick, but too slow spittin your coldest 

I'll come up with a cure before any symtoms are noticed 

You tryin to shit on me - it's a dream 

I got a way with words like alphabet soup on a triple beam 



[J-Zone] 

You want a free verse, your label was a joke from the start 

You want a free beat then put a stethoscope to your heart 

You want free dick then baby go back to your ex 

You want free advice chump, shave the back of your neck 

I use threats over money so deejays won't play my jams 

Internet B-Boy's want to know what race I am 

Black, white, or Spanish, you figure it out 

Learn how to rhyme off mine and take your dick out your mouth 

It's 'bout to get ill in here, so stop starin bitch 

Old Man Big in there, Christina Aguilera's pimp 

UPS is hiring so close the trap 

Cuz my old gym techer ain't supposed to rap 



[Cage] 

I went to my grandmother's funeral, fucked up in a rush 

Stood over that bitch, spun embalmin fluid fiendin for dust 

My baby's mama taught my daughter to ask for paper 

Told her Disney World blew up, so I ain't had to take her 

My engineer's a dominatrix tryna master me 

My outer-body experiences got dead cops after me 

How my anit-pop records get played on TV? 

The explaination's the same is why you hate on E.C. 

So don't be alarmed when you see me and my soundman 

holdin a firearm, stompin some bitches for a ??? 

If my ex tries to come to the show to dumb out 

I'll make the crowd beat the fuck out of her 'fore I come out 



[Mr. Eon] 

It's Julius Err-ving, with wordsling 

Mics inverting, fuck all you stupid earthlings 

Y'all could shed light, if y'all were the sun 

Wipe the cum off a head and take a gold off of mine 

One top could never invade my paradime 

See propoganda paphlets through the ascinine 

Trounce with mic-stands, jump over techniques 

My soul got caught up in mom's ovaries 

No angel on my shoulder just two devils 

Feeding chemicals, pushing blood past legal levels 

It's the accomplice who's too obnoxious 

To accomplish, leavin you rookie fucks astonished 



[Skillz] 

Yo it's the G-H the O the S-T White 

A conversal with me, shit that's like talkin to fire 

If you touch it it burns, and you don't wanna do that 

You could talk to it all day and it won't talk back 

I still battle niggas so scrap ya plans 

I ain't gotta be in promotions to rap ya van 

Cats 2-way me all day to deliver a hit 

But I ain't writin shit down 'til they deliver some chips 

If B.I.G. was here, he'd say I was "Dead Wrong" 

Cuz I don't get on the radio and say verses that I said in the song 

It's Mad Skillz muhfucker the V.A. don 

E.C. emcee, AKA Shaquan 



[Camu Tao] 

All my niggas buggin out, wasted on drugs 

Talk shit nigga, thug it out, ya waitin on guns 

Cuz I'm a dirty nigga that likes the guts cut up 

And put my hands in the heat until my fingers burn up 

And pick my teeth with the remains when the bodies turn up 

I'll stay rotten, stay plottin on ya bitch and her cunt 

AIDS victim, stickin my bloody dick in the cup 

Cuz I'm hotter than the bobbins and skillets in ya momma kitchen 

I'm even hotter than the fuckin seat the Devil sits in 

Cold shoulder niggas get blazed forever 

And your heat'll never happen like rubbin to wet sticks together 

You fags wanna fight and shoot its whatever...