[featuring b real]

yo, we about to twist this %#@! up right here

(as we cross over into a new millennium)
it might be to strong for some
so I suggest you mother$#&@ers

buckle the $#&@ up
(see what I`m saying?) - where you gonna hide?
rags to rags, how does stone turn to static?

its tragic, drop em` like a bad force of habit
not dramatic traumatic - got me turning in my sleep
pencil pushin` putos, mother$#&@ critiques

no defeat, compete, never sleep n` never will
and just like "the real," I`ve entered my time to kill
climbing in the ring, I`m gonna wear away my doubt

cause if I dug my own grave then I can dig myself out
come on, come on
check it - check it - check it

takers, fakers, barrel bottom scrapers
separating family from those phony money makers
papers, stuffed rolled and laced with a lesson

vapors graced so aftertaste is faced with a confession
end of session blessin` first impressions stessin` thinking twice
and blaming my aggressions on some other world`s advice

so slice, split, splice and pay the price that it brings
but I can stand on my own, I don`t need your strings
I`m not $#&@in` splitt

I`m comin` out swingin`, so heads be spinning
bring on the soup to keep the ear drums ringing
I`m comin` out swingin`, with ties unstringing

splitting up the frame for a whole new beginning
I`m comin` out swingin`
I`ve told too many lies, built too many walls

broken too many hearts, shed too many tears
burned too many bridges, taken too many falls
buried too many friends, I`ve buried too many fears

%#@!s pumpin`, body`s are jumpin`
waiting for something or somebody
up in the party to get the head bumpin`

split it up, hit it up-but get it up
while I set it up, causing confusion, we wet it up
from the drum tracks, guitars strum and high strung

and fine tuned- the time is soon so let it hum
from the power lung, the hour come to make it happen
over the bother some (*##$es who wanna jack it up

track it up, pick it up, you better stick it up
dope %#@! all over the table, you gotta lick it up
[chorus]

I`m comin` out swingin`
I`m comin` out swingin`
I`m comin` out- I`m comin` out.

mother$#&@er... ha,ha,ha
splitt
family feuds and family ties

now you can sew`em shut but I see through your eyes
through the surface and through the lies
and through your ability to hypnotize

now my road has spit and I can see no ends
I`ve got angels wings mixed with plastic friends
I got two paths to choose and I can`t decide

too little, too late, two worlds divide
and our worlds divide
so better choose your side

split - and our worlds divide