[ 60 Second $$#assin ]
I traveled so far
Im chewin ^!$$%s lyrics for a Mars bar

New era, bust em like reign terror
So highly Mecca Nas a ^!$$% died and measured
The inevitable, beyond the ever so, this deadly technical

Scribes get revised in the time before celestial
No being or lyric ever hit precise, double sight
Take light, through the crypts at night

Spark pathetic brains and meteorite
Seven heaven verses the seven wonder, lyrics of thunder
As lightning strikes snakes out from under

Cloudy men drips, sinks Niles of fine mist
Worries startin to give, land for the tales out the crypt
Of the dark, dead senses, gods of heavenly business

Count Dracula told me how to find the eclipse
I leave your lip stitched
Cause you couldnt mind your business

But when it came to this rap,
You shouldve vacated the premises
Make way for a chilla, guerilla, down low killa

Get loopbtin civil, next up

[ Prodigal Sunn ]

Yo I believe thats me
[ Trebag ]
Aiyyo P get on the mic for the NYC


[ Prodigal Sunn ]
P attack you from the metronome

Catch you in your groove home alone
Blowin wit the chrome, ^!$$%
Im blowin to the bone

My title be known, cannibal, dynamical maestro
Sparked and fully hydroed my team of psychos
Sell it higher than the Eifel Towers

Seconds minutes led the hour, wein the power
Spittin bibles, the sunshower, the wise out on the scene
They think we forget the dream

My aura sheens like morphine in your veins
Pastors saying can you and your crew, oooh stand the rain
Many men possess the gin in the jungle of sin

Deeper than, Sunn chosen others frozen
From the explosion, my opposition
Protect my team of demolitions, full competition

Keep em drinkin Benjin
Like some chicken heads on the ground
Bite the trey pound for foes that wanna get down

Me and my clique sharpen the sound
Infiltrate the town town town


[ Trebag ]
Next up
[ Hell Razah ]

Yo I believe thats me
[ Trebag ]
Aiyyo Razah get on the mic for the NYC


[ Hell Razah ]
If I could chew glass to this, true master %#@! check it

Hell Razah raise from the dead black Lazaris
Hittin $$# to this on King Sols mattresses
Bust your gat to this, make sure you hold it accurate

John the Baptist this dip you wit the fish
Aladdin out the genie lamp grant you on your wish
Trapped in the studio booth and told the truth

You better try a video shoot or get the boot
From BK to Beirut we shuttin down groups
Gatherin the loot while you mackin in a chicken coop

Duck duck goose tie him in a noose
Whats the use of havin your troops if you dont put them to use?
Yall rappers couldnt blow if a windy storm produce

And sung a kiddie song and wore a Power Ranger suit
Salute the first fruit, King David birth root
Play the earths flute just before I execute

Next up

[ Method Man ]
Yo I believe thats me
[ Hell Razah ]

Aiyyo Meth lock it down like LAPD

[ Method Man ]
While you proceed to cut the mustard, I cut the cheese
Mr. Freeze givin cold shoulders to mcs

The sickest of disease
Johnny Blaze at three hundred and sixty degrees
My PLO stees is from here to overseas
Guerillas in the mist swingin from the highest trees
Bombin enemies

See me in the global war being all that I can be
Camoflauge fatigue, hard headed major league
Got em under seige your battleship in sinkin
20,000 leagues beneath sea level
Adjust the trebel on that thang thang got your shovel

Can you dig it? Keep talkin bout it while we live it
All day, every days a Billie Holiday
Lady sings the blues get the street news by the way
Have you heard crime pay?
Hit your block like that lava that burnt Pompei, mega hot
In the melting pot, felt the shot around the world

We unstoppable like Juggernaut baby girl
Armed and dangerous treat militia, Ill make you famous
Camoradiated verbal going through changes