I'm back, but this time I brought a lot to pack
Getting really sick of all these rappers talking lots of smack
I'll force the issue, you better find a source of tissue

Never again will we allow any rapper to just misuse

The rules of the rhymes. The tools of our minds.

It's crazy that the war is now fuel for the blind
Let the generals take the lead
SouLee (and NLJ) are quick to break with speed


- going further than your stamina goes
you're landing too close

we're breaking all who stand and oppose
expand and implode
the superpowers manage the show

I plan to enclose
You rappers in a barrel of clones



No chance to reload
Commanding the drones

Demanding you hand over the throne
While we bring the


(Taking POW's to show that we're for real)
And we're tossing out grenades with lyrics that you're sure to feel
(Deploy until we're winning while we're manning the zone)

Destroy the opposition with a champion flow

The power shift is now

As the new dynasty arrives to replace the unelected leaders
Let the paradigm of rap music begin


Be heroic, stand up at the front lines
So you can really feel what it's like when it's crunch time
If you survive the madness

Then maybe we can re-evaluate your status and discuss rhyming tactics

These overnight heroes are not stars

They didn't win the medal of honor, just nice cars
Their skills are sub par, no they didn't work hard
You can tell that they didn't come prepared for they're first spar


- Taking shots upon the armor that we're coming with
Locking on the targets that are falsifying what perfection is

- I'm running to the middle of the battlefield
Without a shield, now we see they cower, take a bow, and kneel


- not like a treaty,
We see need for-the-peace but thievery
Of realistic isn't easily forgivable

(no it ain't pretty)
Me and Soulee form a new committee
called the Ministry of Rhythmically

Speaking over Sick Beats