[Verse 1: Majestic Gage]

First off I'd like to state that most you niggas are garbage, b

Saying this wholeheartedly so you never got to pardon me

I do this flawlessly, cause it's flowing through my arteries

They not as hard as me, junior varsity with their artistry

What's up with all these rappers, seems their train of thought is narrow

Funny style niggas with strange choice in apparel

These words barely travel cause the situation's fragile

Label executives scraping the bottom of the barrel

Got me in the underground, going hard from the gravel

Whoever's at the surface's on the wrong side of the barrel

Sickest with the precision, crossbow with the arrow

Hit you in the your Ralph Lauren, knock the nigga off the saddle

They not soldiers in fatigues, they're just dojas and fatigued

Mascot niggas talking to the owners of the league

Claim they known for pushing ki's, which is rather hard to believe

Just some sucker MCs that be rolling with the D's

Inherited my talent from my great-grandfather's grandson

Bar for bar, they don't wanna shoot the fair one

Throw their hardest punchlines but could barely land one

Then try playing foul, but I still score, my nigga, and one

Don't care about your Phantom, where you rockin' your shines out

Sonning corny rappers, I'm 'bout to put 'em on timeout

Have 'em standing in a corner, facing a wall

See that's what happens when the Flipper's in a tank with the Jaws

Come on

[Verse 2: A-Bless]

Flow is premiere, star in the game

You niggas wired, like guitars and the strings

Spar with the king, you could never knock me down

If you don't know, then you sleeping, Pacquiao

A-Bless -- when I was young, my mother stayed stressed

Cause I pushed pieces on the block, I ain't play chess

Swagging, whatever belt, pants sagging

Throwing bands, now these bitches on the bandwagon

Will shoot, vest on, steel boots

Bitches say he got a little gut, but he still cute

Post with the grams, no filter, you got me?

You niggas live for that Instagram, nigga not me

Watch me, what you gonna do when the money come?

Then I ball hard with my niggas 'til the money done

Then we get the money up again, make a money run

I got money now, put up money to get money done

Niggas don't know 'bout it, eyes D, no wallet

High like a jet, me and Izzy, he the co-pilot

Mad cause I do more, GT two-door

Big, moving like a U-Haul, nigga you too small

My niggas gonna fuck any bitches we like

Standing on the couch in the club, like, "What it be like?"

It's dark, but I got my ice on, you gon' see light

Do it for my niggas locked up that won't see light

I'm gone

[Verse 3: Tashane]

I'll prolly be up top sitting with six felonies

And violent from the bullshit a bitch telling me

Reading a book called "Nigga" by Dick Gregory

It's giving me insight, listen and get well with me

When night falls, you could get your life lost

Blacks fighting in white wars belong in psyche wards

If they like yours, give it up or get sniped off

Cause they hungry, putting ones together like pause

All these rappers now say they got the molly

And hold weight, bet they roll on you like a dolly

A bow eight , waiting for a come-up in the lobby

With no cake, 'bout to risk it all for a cold plate

I'm starving, start to look at my peers different

Don't use my mouth much, just let my ears listen

Jail got me fucked up, swear I could hear prison

The cell doors locking, still keeping a clear vision

I'm spitting soul culture, see y'all scared, I'm so vulture

Demolish the track with no OSHA

Let's toast to me spitting fire, got halatosis

I'll roast yah-- it's light like mimosa

I told yah I'm flaming, aiming

They set traps but I never fell in, I'm Raymond

I tell facts like Diggin' In The Crates is on the rise again

Watch you fall in the eyes of men

Fort Apache

[Verse 4: A.G.]

Now I'll diss your favorite rappers all at the same time

Line 'em all up, put us on the other side

Let's get it, yeah nigga, Bronx embedded

Feel like I was born on Cedar and Sedgewick

Time's up, cause I'm up

So many G's in my circle, this ain't a cypher, this a line-up

Play with the purple, no rehearsal

Do this for Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal

It's Show and A 'til I backseat to Earth

And how you the king, when I was crowned since birth?

And how you a gangsta, you running 'round with a murse?

How I'm under arrest, when I'm just smoking the Earth?

Yeah, you in a verse to message me

Obama the president, I voted for Eric B

Mob style, guerrillas on the compound

Bronx bound and we don't calm down

What!?