[Chorus: Guru + "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'" samples]

'Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker

You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor

You're not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major

You 'bout to meet your true savior

{*scratched samples*}

"Weak MCs approach with slang that's dead" - U-God

"There's no survivin'—there's no survivin'" - Inspectah Deck

[Verse 1]

We hit then we slidin' off, we in the wind ridin' off

Poppin' off, you wack cats will be droppin' off

Like flies, so recognize this priceless, niceness, preciseness

No likeness, no ice, just the right shit

Yeah the rawness and still gleam in your grill like we're flawless

It's pimpish, like I just knocked a white bitch

I ain't send shit to you 'cause youse a trife snitch

Too high-pitched, you're like a chick, you're cowardly

Forced to take this ass-whoopin' hourly

And minute by minute, shit, we gon' make you quit it

Force you into early retirement, when the iron spit

Cover your eyes, it's too late to escape to cover your lies

Guess what? You're in a lot of trouble you guys

What's going on here is worse than your worst fear

'Bout to send you to a doctor, nurse, or a hearse here

[Chorus: Guru + "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'" samples]

'Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker

You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor

You're not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major

You 'bout to meet your true savior

{*scratched samples*}

"Weak MCs approach with slang that's dead" - U-God

"There's no survivin'.. there's no survivin'" - Inspectah Deck

[Verse 2]

Now get this, bet this, I'm after the lootchie

It don't make you a G, just 'cause you wear your pants loosely

You're straight goofy, word to my old coofy ("Yeah")

Couldn't do me nothin' son, I know the movie

And you can run til' your heart beats through your chest

You wanna tussle, then do your best

But I don't like to mess up my clothes or get my hands dirty (Yeah...")

I'ma give the job to my man, you know he stands worthy

Like James with the Jesse in the front

But don't let him sip the Henny, don't let him hit the blunt

What you want? Someplace where you can seek refuge? ("Yeah...")

Against my team, I run with some of the best dudes

That's done it, did it, plus niggas got kids and shit

Put you under pressure, make you forfeit

What's goin' on here, is worse than your worst fear ("Yeah...")

'Bout to send you to a doctor, nurse, or a hearse here

[Chorus: Guru + "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'" samples] - 2X

'Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker

You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor

Ya not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major

You 'bout to meet your true savior

{*scratched samples*}

"Weak MCs approach with slang that's dead" - U-God

"There's no survivin'.. there's no survivin'" - Inspectah Deck

{*"There's no survivin'" scratched in the background while Guru does the outro*}

[Outro]

That's right, ain't no survivors against Da Click

We too naturally born with it, youknowhatI'msayin'?

We belong with it, you don't have it

So you don't wanna act like a savage

Uh-huh, DJ Utaka, Baldhead Slick

My man DJ Tashee from the Beatknuckles

That's right, nuttin' to play with

Fuck around and meet your maker...

{*scratching 'til fade*}