(feat. Stoneface, Prodigal Sunn, Hell Razah)



[Stoneface]

Yo, we be buggin out in the upper house

If a brother need bail, I'ma get my brother out

Fuck me - rub em out, duck me - run em out

Meet me, catch up, gun em out, caught by runnin mouth

Everyone go, even a hoe that tried to kick it when I entered

When I said I be bangin that shit, I meant it

Got in the wrong business, bangin ya

Split like Moses did Hydromania

Hang in, ya, 1836, I'm hangin ya

Dissin me is danger, history 'mains to be

Found, and sometimes in my city is poverty

Starvin peeps, drugs and a lotta heat

Beef and a lotta grief - all that

Cried cause I was hungry, what you call that?

I call it survival, counts the ends

Soaked sins in the Bible, my soldier's title

They say, "Oh God, forgive, life's negative"

Tell me how you live, what



[Timbo King]

Fuck a club, I rhyme inside a crowded train station

The plane I'm on is way beyond aviation

My voice alone could start the revolution early

The world be, spinnin in my palm

Just spinnin in my palm circular, energy, energy

Niggas got a tendency to blame it on the Hennessy

100 proof without alcohol involved

I slap y'all niggas right in front of Carnegie Hall

How you want it, fried or raw

We brawl with y'all, 144'000 total in all



[Prodigal Sunn]

Musical holocaust, orchestra course, carry my cross

In this bloodsport, Brooklyn, New York, prophecy thoughts

He caught a buzz like irons plugged in with a short

Guns get bought, we conference and let the money talk

If thy right hand offend thee, Timbo, cut it off

If today was revolution, would they really set it off?

Niggas is soft, frontin for a page in The Source

That's why your label took a lost to them items you floss

And if I write it, niggas bite it, we gon' fight it in court

Nautica cloth, sweatshirt, treaten to earth

[????] while recording, bring death to your birth

From a Benz to a hease, best friends to the worst



[Hell Razah]

The last verse, pull out the hearse

It's the mighty Lion of Zion

Intoxicated with iron, another bitch nigga dyin

Snitches were lyin, the type of way I like defyin

Bitches be eyein, cryin, catch a slug from the blood of the Mayan

Carribean, Indian, why we livin in division

It's not ???, taste the arrow from the coalition

The general rockin a Kangol Figueroa

Takin the heads of cobras like Priest said it's over

And vintage soldier, blazin a pack of chocolate Mocca

Kid, I thought I told ya, now witness the flame of Jehova