[Intro: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)]

After this drink..  we-we-we..

Now become sworn enemies!

Huh-huh, after this drink, we

Now  become sworn enemies!

Sworn enemies!

(Uh, yeah, come on, come on, come on,  pick your gun up

Come on, come on, come on, salute nigga

Real cats)



[Chorus: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)]

After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies!

(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,  come on)

After this drink..

(Come on, come on, come on, come on,  yea

Yeah, real warriors style)



[Masta Killa]

Hear the crowd start holla

Stepped on stage in the  wallabee clark

Mic check sound correct, so vivid

Like I'm stepping out the  speaker, streets taught

Never leave an enemy behind, when he goes

He might strike again another time

I came home from the warhead, fucked up

From the things that I saw

Women that were kinning me, slept with the enemy

General strayed, the ghost seemed tempting

They were deceive, what they were  promised, was never received

I cock aim, squeeze the gun at M.C.'s

Not for a dollar, not for the fame

Not for you to holler, or shout the god name

A risen one from the slums, speaks with authority

The dart well flourish, the wise pursuit wisdom

The fools soon parish..



[Chorus: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)]

After this drink, we, we now  become sworn enemies!

(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,  come on

Yeah, yeah, get your gun ready)

After this drink, we, we now  become sworn enemies!

(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,  come on

Yeah, what, come on, what, yeah, uh-huh)



[Masta Killa]

Ahh... this is born everlasting

The style came blastin', through your component

Makin' ya'll want it, but ya'll can't clone  it

Deliver to the booth, the truth is so raw

Hard to the core, wild as a  boar

A lion like roar, forty day tour

Through the Singapore, boat with the  ore

Struck a nerve when he heard the words so clear

His heart was hardened, by the lies and deceit

Then came a beat as rare as leap  year

Sparked something inside that made him wanna ride

And go cop the  tape, he searched for, for years

Like an old beat break, Hypnotic on  ice

Chillin', he drankin', Armored Truck tankin'

Crowd charmer, it's the  Iron Mic balmer

Piercing through your armor, bad news that you can't  diffuse

Short fuse, you know we can't lose



[Chorus: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)]

After this drink, we, we now  become sworn enemies!

(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,  come on)

After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies!

(Come on, come  on, come on -- come on, come on, come on)



[Masta Killa]

Ahh, see the God light so bright, I hoodied up the sun to glow

Few lines from the mindstate, create fat tapes to go

From the present  day, let's motivate

The universe borns itself, I just insist in the action

Testin' in the land of lust, stood firm, in the God I trust

Met  hate at the gate, grieve, no need

Jealously took his head, and then fled

Bangin' in your walkman, live from New York, in

One instance, look, clone from existence

Ride like a crocodile on the death row

The Iron Mic poem..



[Chorus: Masta Killa]

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come  on, come on, uh

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come  on

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on,  come on, come on, come on, yeah, ahh, yea..



[Outro: sample from "Cheers"]

Making your way in the world today, takes  everything you've got

Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a  lot

Wouldn't you like to get away, get away, get away..