[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Merry fifth-mas ‘til you get your trees up

Black Thought spit like a firearm, lickin’ your knees up

Fifth militia crowdpleaser, like Nate Wally

Worldwide, civilized, women speak highly

Courage under fire; Thought, the wire-walkin’ SP

Smooth-talkin’ rap Attila, the hundred-spliff skilla

So travel the globe, there’s none iller

Composed in the spine, chiller–while the rhyme kill her

Clone grafted off sweat that I shed, somethin’ I said

Rock a 5th insignia all up on his head

My black lung regiment can’t relate with fake shit

I’m swimmin' when up inside the snake pit

Makeshift niggas is lost out there

****** the crowd, turn your mics off

Y’all MCs should duck down

We comin’ with this well-wrapped sound from Philly-town

Shatter your crown

What the people want now? C'mon

[Verse 2: Edo. G]

Now all these chickens runnin' 'round with they head cut off

And if you ever caught me sleepin’, it was after I got my nut off

Your light shinin’? It’s gettin’ shut off

We keep ones like strippers who shake they butt off

A lot of y’all can’t pay back advances

I get my grind on, just like lap dances

We in the last days, the last chances, no storybook romances

Me and Thought got the answers

If we wildin' or chillin'

Growin' up in bloody streets, or even in bleedin' buildings

This rap thing feedin' millions

You on a mission to shine and glisten

‘Cause money talks, and when it talks, motherfuckers listen

Now, ‘cause your ish flop

That don’t apply to me when my ish drop

I love Hip-Hop, and love Roxbury

Niggas be breakin' when I rock steady

But ya'll ain’t ready for Eddie – c’mon

[Verse 3: Edo G]

Me and my team can only do the best that we can

And will never let a chicken make us less than a man

Breathe every breath that you can

I’ll be the life of the party, you’ll be the death of your man

With your weapon in hand

Yo, I’m liable–to let loose on my rival

On my arrival, I spit verses like the Bible

In a language that’s tribal, to ensure my survival

Up in the clouds off the hydro

When I pass you, don’t get salted like a cashew

I do what I want to, and you do what you have to

Ed O.G. – ain't none of y’all ahead of me

On point is what you better be

Dog, check the pedigree