[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

I'm an ape in the cage, getting more amazing with age

AK's and Grenades, matter of fact I slay them with blades

They blantantly gays, faggots in berets at parades

And see, my team is unbeatable, the stadium staged

I'm basically crazed, walk in circles, pacing for days

I'm basically dazed, and lost inside a satanist maze

You face the brigade, I hate you and I pray you get AIDS

I go hard on hard beats, y'all to lazy to shave

Too lazy to bathe, and so y'all hate on the God

I'm sick of y'all eating off the same plate as the God

Y'all could never build or conversate with the God

You shooting guns off, I would bomb a nation for God

(I'm a suicide bomber) Y'all don't want no confrontation with God

Y'all are swine eaters, that's abomination to God

(Al hum'du Allah) So put some faith into God

The objective is to finally conquer fucking satan with God

[Chorus: Demoz]

I think we got a problem, take me out this fucking column

See all these phony actors, I don't like these phony rappers

Fuck all the story telling, I don't like these story fables

You niggas sound like cable, fuck you and your fucking label

I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a fucking problem

Maserati, I’m a problem, Jus Allah’s a fucking problem

Criticism from critics but we don’t fucking care

All we hear is the drum beat and the fucking snare

[Verse 2: Demoz]

All I got is too much hate, not enough love

Too many plates, not enough grub

Too many snakes in the grass

I gotta kill one, cause the gun ain’t got enough slugs

Body under the belt, not enough blood

Shotty under the shelf, not enough thugs

You're a bitch you ain’t gonna do shit, suck a dick

Cause I been had your bitch in the lobby on drugs

I ain’t no plug, I ain’t no snitch

I ain’t no blood, I ain’t no crip

Motherfucking hood, where I be, everyday

You don’t like me?

Come see me nigga, I ain’t no bitch

Far from the last man damn man

You could be the man what they said

So I focused on the damn plan

Face straight like I just did a handstand

Used to be shy now I’m focused like a head cam

Demoz, say hello to the sandman

Gun pop, good god where your man layin'

See that bitch right there with the damn tan

Couple shots put the bitch in the damn van

Take her home put her in the zone

Dick like an L, she gonna put it to the dome

Wack DVDs all these niggas in the streets

Showing niggas where they live and their fridge and their chrome

Nigga please

Do you really think I’m dumb enough to show a motherfucking nigga where I live at

Jeopardize where my wife and my kids at

Come home find my young boy kidnapped

Nigga hit that L that you hit, because you motherfuckin crazy if you think I will

Pistol Gang to the day I hang

Or I see my death, I’m gonna keep it real

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Jus Allah]

You should make peace before we pull the peace-makers

I don’t want the streets waking up the sleeping neighbours

I don’t want police pacing up the streets later

But the killing has me feeling like a teenager

Sign your soul over, here’s a blank piece of paper

I’ll fill in the details, you can read it later

We should keep in contact, I may need a favour

It’s not breach in contract, no release, and waivers

It’s slavery and cheap labour is a decent bargain

It’s monopoly, I’m landing on free parking

It’s blood out here, gotta keep my teeth sharpened

Gotta keep cream, gotta keep a green garden

You doing everything you can just to keep from starving

I’m Rastafarian and partying, usually with more than one darling

It’s disheartening, bitches know I ain’t Romeo or Prince Charming