"Yo  this shit right here  is some shit  some serious shit"
 [Canibus]
 Yo  the fact that I'm down wit Def Squad's hard to determine
 Till you see me hoppin out the Coupe wit E Sermon
 Or hoppin out the Keith Murray Suburban
 Or hoppin out the Lex Land wit Redman  wildin and cursin
 My thought process is mysterious like the Lochness
 My furious mindset is complex
 Killin shit like a carniverous millitant prehistoric monster
 Comin to stomp all over you hip-hop conference
 Landed in an Unidentified Flying Object
 Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus
 The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous
 Acidest arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus
 My metaphors sting like after haircuts when
 The alcohol is applied to the raw skin
 So whoever wanna battle get blasted
 Get your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like Pampers
 You had a bad bitch, I left the back twist
 I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the nasal passage
 Dug her out all day, then changed my sperm DNA
 Now she got nobody to blame
 I been spittin raw, what the fuck you think I'm livin for
 Throw me in jail, I'll do a prison tour
 For wannabe hard niggaz, insecure niggaz
 Wit they heads to big for they neck to support niggaz
 Three in the Squad plus me equal four members
 An extra addition for any special force mission
 Man listen

 [Erick Sermon]
 Ain't these niggaz on some shit
 Keith Murray, Canibus ain't no stoppin it uhh

 [Keith Murray]
 Let me draw a brief description of what happened
 I was rappin, niggaz got the scrappin, guns got the clappin
 Three-fifty-seven degrees I was separated
 Have bullets deflected metal, bodies decapitated
 GUSH!! a nigga got struck as I look
 I caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook (BOO-AHH!!)
 Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face
 A bitch fainted cuz she seen I enjoyed the taste
 The case is that I split your melon
 And feed it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken wings
 I'm wildin for Long Island, I turned and took Charles Ferguson
 And open fire on any trains now
 You may never know who's in your shadow
 You punk ass niggaz just best stay shallow
 And hollow, if you wanna live to see tomorrow
 Cuz ain't no sun comin out tomorrow
 Yo, I might do something y'all niggaz might regret like
 Blast you in your face and disregard your vest
 I'm pissin and dissin off of recognition and niggaz to listen
 Just to let you pussies know how I'm livin
 Cuz I Return like the Jedi, wit my dead eye
 Leave niggaz to die, peace to niggaz up in Bed-Stuy
 Oh-ah, this that type of shit that make them niggaz wanna wet it
 Word up, got me ready to set it

 [Deja Vu]
 Seems I steps wit aggression
 To any bitch who think they nice in this profession
 What? what you think your wrecking?
 I break your stlye down to little fragments
 The pain is permanent, so spare yourself the embarassment
 Buck-fifty 'cross the face
 Followed by knife wounds to the chest for you attempt to retaliate
 I noticed all you bitches flows is based around clothes
 But Deja Vu got something for you stankin hoes
 Studio gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of bringin beef
 Before the thought even finishes
 I wanna see red, blood from a chicken head
 'For I wild the FUCK OUT like the Grateful Dead HA
 This wild style must run in my genes
 Because my sister's in the county
 And my brother just came home from Green
 I strike like the black widow, through the underground radio
 ?Kitto? and still stack dirty ditto