[Intro: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]

(I leave the blood spilling in the streets)

(I leave the blood spilling in the streets)

Yo, it's the fucking Hologram, Jedi Mind, baby

(I leave the blood spilling in the streets)

Bangin' y'all in the fucking face, know what I'm sayin'

With the god Jus Allah, my man Stoupe on the track

(I leave the blood spilling in the streets)

My motherfucking man Chico in this motherfucker

We about to take y'all motherfuckers to war

Nah'm sayin', yo, Jus Allah, blow this fucking mic apart, God

[Verse 1: Jus Allah]

The metal inside the barrel passes through the frames in your glasses

Quick passage, leave your dome piece backless

Envision blackness, leave you hat-less, fucking cap-less

Marchin' niggas to the spot where the Earth's crack is

Hard to grasp like science and math is

To cavemen who don't practice and live backwards

We oxen when "Streets Is Watching"

Release shotguns, niggas got Dietz and Watson

Feel no love, no way you shield the slugs

The ill thugs, we box with steel gloves

Doubt my faith you can taste the slug case

Leaving niggas looking like dogs with the pug face

Even your girl can catch the capsule

I love pussy but never the bitch that it's attached to

[Break]

(I leave the blood spilling in the streets)

[Chorus: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]

Why you wanna battle the kids with steel tongues?

Who rip up mics and drink Puerto-rock rum

Eighty-Five face the truth; you're too dumb

If retaliation come, yo, then fuck it: it just come

Why you wanna battle the kids with steel tongues?

Who rip up mics and drink Puerto-rock rum

Eighty-Five face the truth; you're too dumb

If retaliation come, yo, then fuck it: it just come

[Verse 2: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]

We itching to kill, that's why we spitting the real

Stick to the drill and maybe we'll be gripping a mill'

The clip will get spilled, dump them on a ditch or a hill

Because the motherfucker ain't left me shit in his will

And y'all is always sounding like a bitch when you spill

And we the rawest motherfucking clique in the field

So real motherfuckers better recognize real

Or ill motherfuckers gonna exercise skill

Y'all better chill when the Hologram build

Little motherfucker got hands that's like steel

Whoever approach me and what I feel

(Might find their legs being replaced by steel)

So y'all better yield or I'm-a choke faggots

My hand held more razor blades than coke addicts

We like to quote fascists 'cause we the meanest

And rip off your fingers with the pliers of Chaka Demus

[Chorus: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]

Why you wanna battle with kids with steel tongues?

Who rip up mics and drink Puerto-rock rum

Eighty-five face the truth; you're too dumb

If retaliation comes, yo, then fuck it: it just comes

Why you wanna battle the kids with steel tongues?

Who rip up mics and drink Puerto-rock rum

Eighty-Fives face the truth; you're too dumb

If retaliation comes, yo, then fuck it: it just comes

[Outro]

Yo, yo yo yo, Jedi Mind, baby

Ikon the Hologram

Army of the Pharaohs

(I leave the blood spilling in the streets)

How y'all feel?

What the fucking deal, baby