Verse 1 (Realeyez):
Yo, the flow is Hi-Tek like Mos' producer
Peep the Realeyez vision bro it's stoned like Medusa
Best hope you're not the owner of the bones that I'm bruisin'
Hack your body parts up and have 'em flown to Bermuda
Blowin' the buddha out of an apple like old times
Cold rhymes bury motherfuckers like coalmines
And gravediggers, I ate spinach so the game's finished
Prematurely, leavin' early, only the 8th Inning
That's only half a verse, so fags disperse
I'm bout to stuff your whole crew up inside a massive hurse
Call the meat wagon, he's spittin' flames like Pete's Dragon
Oooh he's ill, he's got the Louisville and he's knee cappin'
Hit you from the shadows, pack loads of mad flows
Everybody knows you're diggin' our shit like back hoes
Black holes, in the galaxy will challange me so doubtingly
Absorbing metamorphasize their purpose so proudily
I try to pay less, and bring the most valuable cargo
Stuck in the hood while I'm down in Keylargo
I'll only rob your house if the floors got creaks
You're guaranteed to hear me cuz I scream from mountainpeaks
Fully equipped, build my walls up outta bricks
At the same time I'll light yo ass up like candle sticks
Suckas often front thinkin' they can rattle, get laid to rest
Like a baby with a rattle, suckin' a breast
Thrown off course so you see me as an obstacle
I'll take ya ass outback and freeze ya with my popsicle
Amateurs always tryna fuck with the pro
Spark the fuse on the bomb that's about to explode
My pants always cover my shoes and worn droopy
I'll put ya in the dog house like your name was Snoopy
90 degrees, see me in the cold on a stoop
Turn up your hearing aid and try and get the inside scoop
But ain't no way to try and hear me cuz you're way outclassed
I'm the lawnmower and your ass is grass
Rockets launched, now it's time for you to kick the bucket
Bustin' off mad rounds and mad clips for the fuck of it
I break necks and stomp heads of every opponent
And when I bust a rap it sounds good don't it?
If I need an organ you would done it
I own it
Verse 2 (Klinik):
You and me, don't compare the two
I'm into Sailor Jerry, you're more into Sailor Moon
These fake breakers from the acres gonna sang their blues
Bring haymakers to the plaguristic ways you move, yo jesus!
You know my crew takes baths in vinyl
The finale, verbal bounties out to break ya spinal
Microphone sensais, I'll spit rap lyrics for ten days
So step this way if you really are tryna get sprayed
Lyrical clips ready to be unloaded, gun smokin'?
Nah, it's just me the one chosen
Unfocused rappers, you really just need to fall back
You're all whack so would you just get the fuck off the ballsack?
I'm All That just like Kenan and Kel
If I get locked up, Mary Beth will bring my weed to the jail
Post my bail, gotta make sure that your boy is straight
When I get out I want something rolled up in my ashtray!
I'll spark it up in front the pigs cuz I don't give a fuckin' shit
The public loves it, they're buzzin', they just can't get enough of it
I'm drunk as shit but I can still spit a verse
My verbs curse ya, words are perfect, put ya herbs in a hurse
Strike a nerve when I burst, a dope rhyme I exert
The force of four horses scorchin' with the birth of the worse
Case scenario, the rap crew that is known to bury those
That try and carry flows, when we know they very ho
Verse 3 (Realeyez)
Knock Knock, The Soulution callin', got you corny cats crawlin'
Slack jawin', welcome to demise of the fallen
Proceed with caution, it's the lyrical Eyez man
Cold as ice man, titan of the micstand
My jams prove what I am not
I'm a fresh lamb chop, y'all suckas some ham hocks
Eyez bring the Grade A beef
So bring me the natives of this fake shit, I'll slay they chief
Then puff the peace pipe and pour the wine
Keep my game on point like a porcupine
Bitch I'll scorch the rhyme with the force divine
"Is this your game sir?" Bitch of course it's mine!
Yes, I turn ophans into homeless kids
I turn families into homeless bids
So to other countires overseas, you know it's me
Realeyez, puffin' trees, back again, S-O-L-U-T
Verse 4 (Klinik)
Y'all can't fuck with me or Funky P
Whenever we get on the mic you know we rupture spleens
The shit you've never seen, rollin' up a bunch of trees
Keep it more underground than a fuckin' submarine
The shit you love to see, most cats ain't touchin' these
Publicly I must-a be the one that comes to reap
The benefits, a definite, I'm testin' boundaries
Of mic skills while I surround myself with pounds of weed
I never found one seed, I look around and see
A bunch of other emcees fuckin' bowing for me
This is the power of speech, I devour the weak
Releasing ounces of kief out, fuck the brown on the street
Soulution Crew break the records that champions reach
Can you stand it, kapeesh? Jammin' plannin' to keep
The music flowin' thru my bones as I produce all my beats
Oh yes the shit is that deep