(Verse 1: Raekwon)
Back with another one, this hip hop %#@! ain't over
The Wu brought it back I told you

Chef %#@! is hard
The hip hop critics is dick heads, they'd rather see Shallah in the yard
Writing rhymes that's soft as cotton

We can never ever see that, the ^!$$% flow grows is poppin'
First verse I'll be ready to get clowns
Catch 'em in hallways, the worst look get laid down

And yo, I rhyme for shooters and boosters
Get money churchmen, all those respect my Wu %#@!
Regardless if you see me on TV

In 3D and HD, I'mma stay safe in Rae beats
This time I'm a !@$( swordsman
Who put in that work, real quick then I'm repping to Boston

Don't try to get in my way
Any rapper any herb I'mma blow you like herbs and lick


(Verse 2: Eyes-Low)
$#&@ a cell phone plan, with a ring I get a hundred dollars
Five dubs in a whip on my way to holler

Yeah I do credits, but not the ones you get in college
My ^!$$%s can't afford Benzes, so we rip impalas
Tints on the windows, lookin' like the Ds

Got the dope boys nervous when they see me in the street
$#&@ the hollering on wax, you can see me if it's beef
Hollywood will load the gat and put the BBs in his fleece

I'm a preacher with the piece
I used to sell X on the west coast, now I get it cheaper on the east
I've been around the world like Lisa Stansbury

TV with the goosenecks, goosenecks to the cranberry
Got the Clan ready with the 10 Chevy, keep my grams heavy
Slap a (*##$ $$#, doggy style, like my hand's heavy

G up in my swag, tough talk'll get your man buried
Blow the last dragon, part two, ^!$$%, fists of fury


(Verse 3: Bad Luck)
I could care less if you're well know shooters
100 guns, 100 clips, but you still can't move

It's been a while since you heard a nice ^!$$% from BK
Representin' the village, known for lettin' this heat spray
First grip we flipped took like a weekend, 3 days

Whole team runnin' 'round the Ps with AKs
9 different types of drugs, slipping 'em 5 ways
Gettin' rid of a brick in less than five days

I pop your head off, leave your brains on the sidewalk
My 40 cal, a rearrange to your sidetalk?
Where I go, my team, they gonna follow

Top Model hoes, with no game, they gonna swallow
Got a lotta foes, that's why my aim be on hollow
Die before I let you violate, ^!$$%, live by the motto

Pimpin' through lanes, poppin' the clutch, getting the datto
At this rate, I'm gonna miss it, I might not witness tomorrow


(Hook)
You say you gangsta? Yeah I'm a gangsta
You pop that thang? yeah I pop that thang

Your clip on empty? My clip on empty
Your clique gon bang? Yeah my clique gon bang


(Verse 4: Method Man)
Look, I hit a weed spot
Bypass ^!$$%s with broke guns and cheap shots

Outlastin' ^!$$%s with no punch, y'all eat @@#!
Get too @@#!y, the heat @@#!
You wanna walk a mile in my shoes, you need socks

You need not call out a G, cause he's not
They playin' with a #~!!@, I'mma show 'em the G spot
This dude's a meth head, I'll show him the detox

Lookin' Johnny with his old $$#
I'm still schoolin' the whole class
The kids in the hall, you get no pass

Ice hit the eye like a cold flash
^!$$%s hopin' I don't spaz
Speak for the have-nots and don't-haves

$#&@ it, I'm thorough ^!$$%, $#&@ their worlds
Meth clutch the mic, (*##$ ^!$$%s clutch their pearls
Tonight, I ain't feelin' no ice stares
If you want it, I'm right here, Staten Island and we don't fight fair


(Verse 5: Cappadonna)
As a young lil' homie, I used to sell crack
I used to run in the front of the building and come out the back
Lil homie on the block with the fly $$# gear
Me and my crew used to shop around Union Square

Ay yo, I never knew I would become an MC
Now everybody on the block be amazed at me
Because I rock the mic most definitely
Throw darts and I get fly on you, you know my steez
Buy 25 high?, yo, I stay low key

And if I have to pop something, yo, it's not my fault
I ain't tell y'all ^!$$%s try to crack my vault
I'm the new terrorist rapper, the main $$#ault
You thinkin I'm on your back, elbow a ^!$$% thought
Push through Wu-Tang lyrical kung-fu

Death when you enter, all my ^!$$% will hunt you
Peace to the gods
One, two
And you don't stop the body rock, pop yo Glock

(Verse: Termanology)

Million dollar voice box
It's your choice, Ox
The face Ox cut off
Like tank tops
My motivation is money and mass murdering
While you still provin' you nice in rap tournaments
I be all smooth with the ice and mad burners

And plottin' on takin' your life
Look how I lure them in
Get drunk, smoke ashes up out the urn again
Axe murderin' journalist for the words they writ
Mathematics crafted the beat, called Term to spit
Cause I set fire to %#@! like a furnace lit
I pack German clips, stash box in the whip

Four door Optimus Prime, Transformer %#@!
Call the coroner, caskets for half price
Bodies in the trunk, movin' through the Mass Pike
It's all now, cause in Law town
We roll with premature babies
We carry four pounds