[Sy Scott]
Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician
Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking

Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen
With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it
We check the barrel and start respinnin' it

We I start, medics, start sowing and restitching them
My constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with opium
Stay grippin'' em, I've got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance

That will shatter ten continents and ten palatinates
Envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness
I rhyme with Sid Vicious viciousness

You be kiddin, soft like kittens
My grills are pit bulls they will kill when I say sick'em
Restrain me, restrict me

I'm arresting resistance, can't be apprehended ^!$$%

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You got a problem with E
If you got a problem, come a holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started

Plus I got the whole squad siding with me

[Icarus]

Let the catty spray and wet up the matinee
Smack ^!$$%z with both hands like patty-cake
Violate and I will retaliate

I don't battle fake ^!$$%z, I'm heavyweight ^!$$%
GMG, fam, we gladly hotta
Behold the sorcerer's stone like Harry Potter

And I'm like harry potta, we scary riders
Can't get near the dadda, I swear to God I'll come find where you hidin'
Have my high, finding beamers and ninas

Leave the area shot up, you hearing me patna
I'm a $#&@ing five star general, to drive cars into you
Ic' dodge interviews, one flip of the mack, take all ten of you

This message intended to, who's ever offended duke
Yeah you my ^!$$%, but you could still get it too
So don't test me, I don't wanna do this %#@! to you


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[Red Cafe]
Live from the NY state
And I got one question, guess what's in my waste

Ya'll got me pisted off slick talk
To get that Jacob watch, I'll cut your wrist off
I'm in the limo too long to turn

And this mother$#&@in' dutch taking long to burn
I'm impatient, this is a song you learn
Make money, take money, and I'm hear to confirm my occupation

The new boss of course, the new Porsche
I pull up just to murder you ^!$$%z and move off
You too soft, Red Cafe from New York

I tell a (*##$ quick, I'm hot can't cool off
I twist lesbos, and and guzzling out exos
My firearms stick to my waste like Velcro

It's R.C. nothing phony about me, with E double the O.G. you know me

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[Erick Sermon]
Yeah I know, you never expect me to anchor

I bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters
I run DMCs, from rappers that's petter piper
I am the big apple, ain't nobody ripper man

I'm not M.J. I'm a lover and a fighter
That's why I'm in D.C. now, looking for the sniper
I came in the game with hoodies and timberlands

Hard since Cypress Hill been wanting to kill a man
I did time, a thirteen year bid
I'm gutter E, I'm hanging on the side of crib

I'm a fan, but I hate what you're doing
Whenever you performing shows it's me booing
Ya as soft as your bid-die, you punk now, and you gonna be a punk at sixty

Dog, ya need more team to get me
I'm a G, and my Unit come through like Fifty

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