[Intro: Cockni O'Dire]

Aight aight aight woah woah

Yo

Thissa war yuh hear now nar what I'm saying?

This a O, O and in the middle of the O is a T

And in that T is a serial shit there (lay the fuck down) haha

Rock on

Real bumbaclot

Ragga blood clot muffin in this bass sound

So-ah so ah

Ayo, Dip dip dive so so-a liver

Carry ya ice creams, son run ya money and deliver

Front never, blood brother or ya space terror

A river incase you get it straight

Before me have em shook, who seh I move and fuck wit'

Cockni don't rep or tend to judge clique

This lyric straight up outta auto with nastiness

You best confess without trying press some business

Ya mother or ya ass

Wrote ya broke

Come poke

Pop joke

While i pop chunk i pull back click and FIRE

[Verse 1: Everlast]

Watch out, bust the style I be kicking

I play the geek role and bite your head off like a chicken

I'm the Lord of the Rings like Bilbo Baggins

Return of my dragon, pants be sagging

Science be dropping, thoughts be building

My instinct's primal, tapping your spinal

I'll smack Mike and Janet for the whole freaking planet

Don't take me for granted, 'cause my eyes be slanted

From the fat bag of blade I must consume

Cause my soul's on the verge of impending doom

So make room for the crew with kegs of brew

Doing what we do, so what's the matter with you?

[Verse 2: Divine Styler]

Now the west can be wild

And the south can keep it hot

The north will be the spot for the criminals and whatnot

But the East Coast sets the most irate styles

The east coast sunning all bitch profiles

Yo relax that shit, I murder abstract myth

My mathematics be the fifth, power refines gifts

All been born to the divine stylists

My Killa Rhyme Klik tastes mics with ruckus and riffs

I keep the swine cliques dead as with the bodies I lift

[Cockni O'Dire]

Nuffadiss and nuffadat and nuffadat

Who better not (...)

You have to tek it back (...)

We keepin dem puffin' an puffin claat

Boxing with the liver (...)

Click Click, ya hear that? that's ya raas on the spot

BOOYACKA,

BLATA-KA fucker run faster than that

(..)

You are go dead

(...)

Kill man kill, no deeper than box

Don't get me ignorant beez

I cautious dreadlocks

If yuh no live like one blood

You are gon' dead in one box

[Verse 3: Everlast]

I bow my head to the east five times a day

I put my face in the dirt every time I pray

To disrupt the Jinn in me, cause the sin in me's

Trying to take over and make my soul crossover

I'm steady rolling, with my head fucked up

'Cause my system pumps loud, everybody's on my nuts

And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest

The black 850 representing my status

Plus I got the baddest House on the Hill (shit!)

My bank account's full but my Soul's empty still

[Verse 4: Divine Styler]

Who want get burst from Earth to hearse to dust?

My motley crew will move them more straight now fix on plush

Honeys blush, what, my mechanism ray-beam

Steam Novocaine, supreme Novocaine

Numb niggas get the shivers when I snap the vein

I sniff styles over mirror and blows my membrane, uh

How's it taste? the glaze and I froze on

A b-boy stance, I'm getting my rose on

Blitz unsurpassable and getting my doze on

Hallucinating bitches and they ripping my clothes off

[Verse 5: Cockni O'Dire]

Big up

Cockni's got wicked rhymes!

So, no never in my crowd will you hear a loud boo-ah

Prouder than bitches that go on like whore-ah

Straight from womb

Not from the sewer

No disrespect money, ya come correct

Ain't a pity if mommy make a mother out of a sister

Earth, hear that said I cursed and dissed her

Yo, baby keep calm

Baby don't cry

Hope the kid had a mommy so that they stay fly

[Bridge: Everlast]

I said take me to your House of Pain!

See my style's maintained cause my membrane's sane

So put down your juice, pass your Jinn

Push up on a skin, I be in to win

There ain't no need to worry about where I've been

If I pass my Jinn, I be in to win

I say, put down your juice, pass the Jinn

Push up on a skin, I be in to win

There ain't no need to worry about where I've been

If I pass my Jinn, I be in to win

[Verse 6: Divine Styler]

Style expansion, ill drills from my mansion

Destroy ass emcees, that's glancing and sizing

My mental through my pencil

Be making biting exciting

Test my novacaine writings and sketch my auras

They be wet like the ocean

They get cut off my crows

Frontin invading my motion

Suckers blowing me like hoes

Because they on my balls

But I kick the livest saliva

When I got the mic control

Divine style, the hold up

Shit like it's a stick up

Nobody getting up from my licking up

Niggas is kicking up

You wind up vic'd up

From slipping my mission

Is all in ya ass you young motherfuckers respect my past

So who on next, uh, come represent this session

Tryna manifest my true circumference weapon