[Verse 1: Cappadonna]

Yeah, things wanna hop out cabs and shit, yo, check it out...

Yeah, I was chillin' in my cab, picked up these four niggas

I could tell by the look on they face that they was trickin'

So I took them to they rest stop

They pulled out the thicket

Said they was going to kill me

Then they took the weapon

So I bust off my clothes, I started to skip

I got to my man blue house I feel like shit

[?] We plan no attack

And two weeks later we got the wind back

Dumb niggas out here wanna rob and steal

And hit them banks motherfucker that's keepin' it real

And ain't nobody gonna squeal

Cut that bread out

Everybody get a mil

'Sno turning back now

Hope nobody don't lose it

This is just what the fuck you gotta do for the music

Hip-hop!

[Verse 2: Nino Graye]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the picture's on the corner

By the bank waitin to make the ins

I take a step to the curb

Heard a person yell, "Take his bread!"

Searchin' for the problem

I got him right when he made a left

On the street in a Jeep

Seen him tryin' to break his neck

Passin' off and pack to the back of the cab

Cappadonna's drivin'

I feel these stupid motherfuckers eyein'

We pack stilettos and black metal

Plant one in your chest

Watch your back open and bloom like flower petals

But they bogus I know it they keep rollin'

Maybe they see him playing

Bronze in a van with the door open

Just grinnin'

Waitin' for Bis and 80 to make withdrawals

Cut the phones drop the workers, take it all

Walk out the front door, we all made off

Just like Bernie, fuck a jury, raise hell til they burn me

[Verse 3: Planet Asia]

Yeah, hi-end fascist splashin'

Lone wolf baby in a stroller

Style cobra

Super ninja solar with soldier

Gold chain code of conduct

Million dollar plots flood my Motorola

Get it at all costs

This is a movie about a mob boss

Ice [?] Mafia illegal yard cross

Medallion is mural

Money exchange strange dinero

We back on the block spending nothing but Euros

Stashin' a box:

Hash, Glocks, gloves, a machete, Qur'an

A couple black mask and a top

We transform like robots

Run up on you with guns for fun

Extort every member part of your co-op

I let the K scream for say supreme

In the street chasin' fiends

This is the lifestyle that Jason bring

Nah-mean?

My military regime fuckin' over your whole team

[Verse 4: Canibus]

Germaine's quatrain, modern day Mark Twain

Heatin' up a bowl o' shark fin shark soup with lo mein

Burn Hollywood burn

Motherfucker, wait your turn

I flick the ash from the sherm in the urn

Never argue with crazy people, you gon' lose

I sit in my room and watch the magnetic north move

Jog in place 'til my shoe soles rip off

Then just replace it with a moleskin of of my wall

I'm a writer, so I write things down

I try to live life righteous, but I can't right the wrongs right now

So do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there because I did not die

I don't care what you focus on

I was drawn to the [Timoan calm?]

Killah Priest, Tony Stark, Cappadon, Golden Arms

Blacker than the upper torso of the onyx statue that belonged to Saddam

Locate the Stargate five minutes before it close

A black hole forms from a source code

Ten thousand miles an hour - indicated speed

My space trap barrel rolls ninety degrees

I press right left pedal flair, autorotation midair

I weave through the meteors in the atmosphere

I'm Woody Harrelson on top of the mountain, shoutin'

"Praise the god of Rastafari fountain!"

Sedia gestatoria, they carry the warrior

From Astoria New York to Africa Pretoria

Listenin' to Vertical Horizon n' Audioslave

"She was the best you ever had, Germaine"

I'm a futuristic gap-teethed Bokeem Woodbine

Carl Weather Predator, 2Pac off Good Times

Life is just a series of patterns 'til the cycle is broken

My mind is open, my thoughts are born

The word is spoken, I am the chosen

Goddamn SISPA and SOPA

A one-way trip to Cassiopeia

Shit rolls downhill, rainwater drops on my head

Chip's on my shoulder, that's how I feel