That old real %#@!
Yo its on now
its finally time

^!$$%s is ready for the lead
OK
Wall St.

Royce 59
The Wise Guy
Ex Gov

VO Drive 59
Its on y'all ^!$$%s is done


Pompous
Roll with Monsters
and down for accomplices

Nonfiction concepts constant
Bomb threat and I aint even on yet
On spec I spit thunder and you aint even seen the storm yet

Lightning in the clouds start a fight in the crowd
Hyper and loud get this mic in devoured spittin my style
Attack all of y'all react on the thought of y'all

Slaughter y'all im calling y'all in fact im black ballin' y'all
More vicious than an auto-pistol aimed towards rap explain fame for a shrapnel piss torque tissue
Burying the lenient under the gravel salt

The pump handle and barrel for carrying convenience
My odyssey carries the most compare me to Phoenix
Silent heart and light up a star I gotta Venus

Puddle and bomb back
Take cover and all that
And try to not die you not rugged enough

You just shook as soon I step foot in this rap %#@!
Im a bubble of contact like peroxide touching the cut
Stuck in my raps

Stupid Dominus
^!$$%s sucking my $$# boosting my confidence a buck and a half
I know the game im a train trapped inside a name

And the ^!$$%s who taught me yo we ride the same
I shoot crews with the truth and chew lies of change
Speeding on a dragon in an attempt to collide with fame


[Ex-Gov]
Im mad so imagine my staff covered in mags and a mask

I give any ^!$$% a half-page raft
Poisonous gas
Cutting your air off in a flash

You want to be dirty MCs and get above dat
If you aint never heard of Ex Government ask what
Who tough you aint bad enough to battle with us

You be crushed in the Earth dust
My verse just cuts and cause motha $#&@as to spit up %#@! in the guts
You might wave to cats

I make a ^!$$% bite back since you are world of rap stabber shooter
Perhaps black you smack with tracks that hurt
Act bazurk and get attacked by God Experts


Y'all ^!$$%s slow down its getting hot in here
Its because the real ^!$$%s getting hot and %#@!

We aint playin
The death of heat will blow you away
We spit

Pray to God they aint coming your way
We all aim thats why y'all all gotta be hit
In the knees

Snatch a knee
We Arch Nemesis
In the desert


[Royce 5'9"]
What

its too hot in the desert
I gotta be the dopest
Im hotter than Lava E Molten

^!$$%s that sleep gotta be violently woken
And who ever wants to get %#@!ted on
Let do a song

I slip in the zone and rip anything with instruments on
Gonna go throw and bake what ever is out
I can do a song with bone and still have to take letters out
Grown man keep the chrome on hand
Wont stand for no %#@! quick to take matters into my own hands

You stop violence or violence will stop you
Got crews iller than anybody on your block do
I roll with a white boy that pop truths
Listening to rock tunes to jump in a costume and rob you
The heavy metal $$#assin that ignites in a full metal jacket

With sliders over the action
Heads is plammy
Facing no lyricism
With creative criticism like Headziz Pammy
If I do an album for you than you gonna die naked

You gonna be in my debt cuz you don't buy records
If your not in the dune then you need not enter
Im eating innocent crews just to feed my temper
So $#&@ mics
I say sick %#@! gets crushed on

Get a life or get the one you got tempered

Y'all ^!$$%s slow down its getting hot in here
Its because the real ^!$$%s getting hot and %#@!
We aint playin
The death of heat will blow you away

We spit
Pray to God they aint coming your way
We all aim thats why y'all all gotta be hit
In the knees
Snatch a knee
We Arch Nemesis
In the desert