[Intro: Sample from [?] and Ace Lover]

Sample from [?]: 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Ace Lover: Yeah, yeah, Godschild on the track. Hahahahaha. Y’all ain’t ready for this one

[Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches]

“[?], y’all blaming [?] for this” - Sample from [?]

"Lucky number embedded on my chest was seven" - Sample from Supernatural's "Mind Tricks"

“1, 1, 1, 1” - Sample from [?]

[Verse 1: Ace Lover]

Now, let me explain. (What’s the deal?)

Ace Lover (Ghetto fabulous), riding first-class on the D Train (Boom boom)

Y’all know my steez. When I blow up

I’ma have mad crackheads on my promotion team

(Ace Lover) more than you wanted to get. (What’s that?)

I’ll be killing it (And), plus Sugar Hill in it to the fullest extent

(Right). Y’all heard it through the grapevine (Ha)

How I roundhouse kicks snares from the slap-box basslines

Y’all been waiting for this shit (Ace Lover, y’all)

Ace Lover versatile with lyrics as well as love-making positions

(Hit it from the back). What’s the deal, brethren? (What’s that?)

[Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches]

"Lucky number embedded on my chest was seven" - Sample from Supernatural's "Mind Tricks"

“2, 2, 2” - Sample from [?]

[Verse 2: Lil’ Sci]

My poetic expressions (Expressions) will hypnotize the mass. Testing, testing

Without question, verbal essence remains a blessing (Remains a blessing)

Joints stick, bang, and shake the pavement of your section (What?)

It’s Little Sci up in this piece. Stop asking questions

Sci and Ace Lover spread the butter (Ha) along with others

Ripping mic devices (-vices), spitting flows that’s priceless

Walking the path of the righteous. You know me

I might just rock for forty days and forty nights without pause

Flipping like Mary Lou Retton mixed with Dominique Dawes

Scienz of Life will wile like tours with rhyme wars

Spilling from my jaw is metaphors that stay raw

Peace, y’all. I’m out the door

[Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches]

“3, 3, 3” - Sample from [?]

[Verse 3: A.L.]

I’ll rap in a rage, ready to burst like I’m trapped in a cage

Meet you backstage, nigga, with a MAC and a gage

Leaving you burgundy, for certainly, your body get scarred

Cause you to have more surgery than a Hollywood star

‘Cause when I rap, you listen. I’m sort of like an apparition

My songs be humming, the Second Coming, so go and ask a Christian

I’ll pass the mission of trials and tribulations

The fires of revelation gave me miles of elevation

I’m taking your spirit, turn your skeleton into gelatin

Torture your brain, feed your remains to the pelicans

Faces of death. I’ll bring terror you can’t imagine

The ending is coming like a seven-headed dragon

[Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches]

“4” - Sample from [?]

[Verse 4: Vast Aire]

I like to put apples on foreheads before I speak

It’s like archery but only it pierce deeper

Sometimes electricity blows the speaker

I love a acapella—it pierce a little deeper

You can’t tell a Muslim to eat around the ham hock

But you might persuade a thug to unload the Glock (Hey!)

The truth is to leave nothing out

My rhyme is coming out and I ain’t leaving nothing out

You need to send that shit (That shit) back to the laboratory

Edit the lie and then the whole story

Like, “Is that red dye or bloodstains?

And did he just disappear? Only the mic remains”

[Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches]

“5” - Sample from [?]

[Verse 5: Pumpkinhead]

Yo, Vast, give me the complete time

It’ll take to whip this brother’s ass. I spit fast when I hit grass

Pumpkinhead never kick trash. I clash with titans and give ‘em whiplash

Then roll ‘em up in a zigzag. I’ll rip fags apart

Feminine-ass rappers with no heart

Call me “Black Barber.” Two revolvers, I’ll split you into two parts

Now look at yourself falling apart for no reason

I’ll rip your arms off, then give you a four-fisted beating

I’m still underground like a casket but on top like a mausoleum

Me and Ace Lover disgrace brothers through all four seasons (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We beating, deleting you weaklings who are weak links

Writing with weak ink, trying to write what we think

Y’all need to stop

[Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches]

“6” - Sample from [?]

[Verse 6: Wordsworth]

Words. You want to battle? I’m just double-checking. There’s really more than seven

Cats that’s supposed to rap, but the eighth one was afraid of my presence (Of course)

Y’all could huddle a couple of seconds, then, every few seconds

One of y’all could step in like it’s the Royal Rumble of wrestling (Aight)

Son, how I wish that I could share my skills

I’ll make a note to leave you some when I prepare my will

Quit rap. You need to let go (Stop). The crowd don’t know your songs

To sing along. And that’s your own voice—the speakers echo

Peep the tape cover: Words with five others and Ace Lover

Pick your favorite. I’m sure you got a tape of us

There would have been eight others (Would have been). But he’s a bitch

Getting interviewed by Barbara Walters with his voice altered and face covered

[Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches]

“7” - Sample from [?]

[Verse 7: Yeshua DapoED]

Yeah, time has come again. I’ll provide a blend

Of vibes I send for you to dive right in

See, when I glide my pen across the pad

Of course I’m bad, ultra-fly multiplied by ten (True)

And I’ll brag ‘cause I can with the mic in my hand

Considering I deliver what the rhythm demands

Not to mention the attention that I’m giving the fans

I create, innovate. Just a nigga with plans. It’s

You’re slow if y’all thinking, “Damn, which

Was the last cat summoned to craft language

Into a bittersweet flow?” With those

You’ll need to hear two. I’ll check you cats in the rearview

Peace

[Hook: Samples with DJ Blowout Scratches]

"Straight towards the heavens" - Sample from Supernatural's "Mind Tricks"

"Lucky number embedded on my chest was seven" - Sample from Supernatural's "Mind Tricks"