[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yo I mastered the flow
I know death more than Lazarus know

And me defeated isn't frequent like Nazareth snow
Hold ya urn into the air so ya ashes can blow
Put my burner in the air so the pacifist know

That I ain't scared to start a revolution
Another fixed election another injustice I'ma execute 'em
Land of the free, home of the bravest

Who you think the victim who you think the $#&@in' slave is
People on the grind working for minimum wages
Working nine to nine and seein' the minimum paper

Not to mention the inadequacies of welfare
And the lack of a proper universal health care
They don't know about the common man

They care about distracting you and hope that Israel'll bomb Iran
I got a bomb in hand, and it's for George Walker
Meet ya maker mother$#&@a meet ya lost father


[Hook: clip from Mobb Deep]
"It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch

Attracted to our style this is how we get down....."
"Big jewelry and big guns
We get busy it get grizzly"


[Verse 2: King Syze]
This is concrete rap Q-Dimension pavin' the way

It's a sacred day waiting for my patience to pay
I'm a horse that grazin' the haters sayin' all that
I'm the evil that's born when someone good passes away

I'm both good and foul things
The love and hate an unwanted child brings
Right left life death the stress of the trial brings

The best of the wild kings that's us
This is smoked out rap get high angel dust
Roll with ^!$$%z that be payin the dues

Playas that don't give a $#&@ if they lose
Live they whole life drainin' booze
Doc already told me is it rap or smoke

Is it bars of death for life or a whole in my throat
Hardheaded, livin' my life regrettin' %#@!
That next %#@! Syzemology the new testament

Do this for my ^!$$%z call me the fan
Yo I do this for them haters sayin' my songs don't bang


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Celph Titled]

If this industry's a movie I'm the starring actor
You're an $$#istant for the intern at the back of ?gaffer?
But I'm only a rapper standing on two feet

Backstage with four !@^%s on all fours
And that's on all tours
How more can I spit a punchline and an ill statement

And keep your attention span on my records for entertainment
No explainin' it, you do the math I did the math teacher
Miss Anita spread wine under the gymnasium bleachers

$#&@er, don't matter which homes speak
Cause we got pistols with barrels longer than Big Bird's beak
Plus the creamy white powder yeh we sellin' the milk D

My audio be to raw for children it's filthy
I never leave the crib without a pack of now and laters
I pack now and blap later

And ain't a player you can find rollin' down the strip with hundred rounds in clips
Packin' macks in the back of the Ac on some Big Pun %#@!
When you hear the click ya click run quick dick

Transportin' handguns in mini-vans that's the pistol whip
Celph Titled the gourmet chef ripple effect an
Inconspicuous spit will catch ya mens when I'm spittin at ya


[Hook]