[Verse 1: 9th Prince]
Ayo, ayo, 9th Prince attack like Greg Valentine with a Sledgehammer
Figure-4 body slammer decrease your stamina
Verbal heart damager, I'm half-man, half-monster like Bruce Banner
Camouflage Scorpio vendetta with a black Beretta, serial killer
Federal Expressman, FedEx, send deathbed letters to get cheddar
Verbal terrorist, I'm living in a street life of rage
Machine gun sprayed and wet up the whole stage
Iron junk, metal razor blades I cough
Camouflaged Velour, I'm raw like the Eagle Claw
My tunes of glory, war stories took place inside a laboratory
Whispers in the dark, I think I hear fallen soldiers calling me
Rap battle cats trapped in combat
We hijacking planes as Islord strap me with the gat to your back
Camouflage guerrillas performing drive-bys, like California gangstas
Strapped the Cadillacs, my lyrical assault
Murder weapon'll blow your rips out your midsection
Chinese connection with the Wu-Tang perfection
[Verse 2: Beretta 9]
Chamber 9's perfection, constitute we moving in son
Shark style, peep the fin, pushing through like
Stiff-arm Heisman, although we wise men
Don't make us act a fool, keep a calm, cool collective
A nice perspective, it only takes for one cat to disrespect his
Or ruin a show, oh what y'all ain't know
That everything's real like blue steel
Bein pulled out at a sold out concert?
The crowd went berzerk, here come the Jakes, red alert
They got trampled on, a cop lost one arm
Killarm' still live on stage don "Red Dawn"
Ayo, where "The Obsticle"? Anything's possible
"Allah Sees Everything", kid, check the obstacle
Beretta did his verse in the crowd, this kid's remarkable
9th punched a cat in the face, call the hospital
911 style, ShoGun cracked a smile
Or push this cat into Sin, through in the towel
It's like life's insane, Dom P pop champagne
And Is' came out of the crowd with 20 chains
[Verse 3: Islord]
Nonchalantly, I roll up on the rap scene bluntly
Still hitting fiends off monthly
'Cause this rap shit ain't feeding me
My physical is just looking real good but my insides is crying
Fiending to catch like fifty analog niggas off point
And tear pockets, so stay still, tell your crew
Don't even move, 'causeI got like 55 keeping it live
Tight niggas trapped with rockets, pointed at your eye sockets
Throwing 99 joints at your grill, you can't block it
[Verse 4: P.R. Terrorist]
Rebellious one, who never like to carry small guns
I like 'em big, bulky and shit, designed for ya wig
And any pig that try and confront me and my cig'
That bomb is rigged, ready to explode, get blown to Madrid
You and your fam, you and your mans and all of your kids
Because I'm nuts, spilling my guts like dry heaving
A fly even, cat that never split his pie even
Get caught in my line of fire and die wheezing
And the man who seen it go down for no apparent reason
Just breathing and believing that it's pockets that I be greasing
He's deceived and relieved with dollar sign eyes gleaming
War ringing, diva bitch in my bed, she's soul singing
With my mic, ducking it right, my son's outside slinging
Beige snowballs, snot drip from his nose, eating a Halls
I got a show, later tonight, I'm headed to the mall
I'll grab you something, if you see Fantasia tell her she fronting
'Cause I had her way in my lab and didn't fuck nothing
Life's something, somedays I be feeling like sniping something
Writing something that'll change the whole world, feel like I'm coming
With this black ink all over these white sheets
Run like a track meet with a fleet of killers and shit
Don't even compete {*pause*}
Yo.. in a herd of white wool, label the black sheep
Tap dancing on fire, the kid with bronze feet
Terrorist snatching the track, leaving the gold teeth
All you players, killers, dogs, thugs - make it brief
{*echoes*}
