[Shabaam Sahdeeq]
Yeah.. It's S-Double baby, yaknah'mean uh
Can no mother$#&@in lil' executive sittin behind a desk

Tell me whaat's goin on in the streets, knahmean
I'm in the streets everyday uh, yaknow
I'm in the party spazzin out

Doin drinks, throwin blows.. what!

[Verse 1]

Hate so thick when they know that you so sick
Sick hustle so swift, that I seen the track jip ships
Pitch-black (*##$ from fools that pop %#@!

Lock %#@!, like clamps and shackles on hostage
Blown ya mind with a poisonous verse, disperse ya team
Let's battle for ya change, whips, cash, and cream

What? Sinister Sounds C.E.O., see me flow
Break ^!$$%z apart like C3P-O
Y'all herbs ain't lethal, y'all ^!$$%z is small people

I crush you with a two ton verse, unrehearsed
They question the validity cuz they see me with us three
Trust me, it'll take a lot for you to crush me

Your wife is a hussie, your crew; they hush-puppies
Try to bite like sharks, but get ate like guppies
Try to play me, look at the $#&@in monster y'all made

!#@* Rawkus! I'm sharper than any razor blade
On this one here, I'ma go straight for the jugular
Brain and Jared, straight up be $#&@in each other (!@$)gots)

In the $$#, straight gas without the Texaco
I'm next to blow, like Molokov's in ya car window
And your artists could say they names thirty times in a song

^!$$%z ain't gon' remember once Sahdeeq get on
And after this y'all could all go and make a diss song
Or put a stamp on a bomb and mail it to ya moms


[Hook x2: w/ talking in background]
Cuz straight like that

I'ma tell the world you wack
Straight like that
Won't you take that knife out my back

Straight like that
I'ma smack you with the back of the gat
Straight like that

You blast at me, I'll blast back

[Verse 2]

I got the fever baby... I'm hot and I'm sweaty
I bring the drama to you fake-ass bookstore revolutionaries
And all y'all ^!$$%z think y'all know my steez, please

I moved everything, from !@%!e to trees
And every pull that I moved, I always was that new ^!$$%
I'm used to the hate, so watch how I do ^!$$%z

Duke you straight crab-cake, I'll put you on
Gave ya first check, and your first artist the pen
And you overpaid street-team ^!$$%z, shut ya trap

When ya label done, you'll be back to flips it in Craps
They got all y'all under pressure, but not me though
I gots no company whip, or Company Flow

And Black Shawn you can go 'head and smoke some more dust
Sinister Sounds, ain't none of y'all ^!$$%z $#&@in with us
And Pharoahe you my ^!$$%, but ya manager a (*##$

A mega, traitor -- push you down the escalator
This for Arnold, Jason, and Dilo
All you die-hard Rawkus fans just don't know

The label is obsolete, I bomb ya fleet
Move discrete, served the charge for a couple of weeks
Didn't let my %#@! bump, Y'ALL !#$%Z IS CHUMPS!

So like camel backs, I'm leavin ya dome with two lumps
You get rained on, better yet, get pissed on
This ^!$$% is PISSED OFF, you boys rippin me off


[Hook x2]


[Sahdeeq talking]
Y'all lil' !@$)gots up here, can't stop nothin, knah'mean
Word up, Never Say Never, yaknah'mean

Shabaam Sahdeeq word up.. Sinister Sounds
Raptivism, the next $#&@in chapter, ya'know...
Word up, straight like that
BK - NJ %#@! yaknah'mean
Run up in ya mother$#&@in Christmas party and spray %#@!

$#&@in homos, word up..
$#&@ Rawkus, eat a dick...