[Verse 1: 9th Prince]

Ayo, ayo, 9th Prince attack like Greg Valentine with a Sledgehammer

Figure-four body slammer decrease your stamina

Verbal heart damager, I'm half-man, half-monster like Bruce Banner

Camouflage Scorpio vendetta

With a black Beretta, serial killer

Federal Expressman, FedEx, send deathbed letters to get cheddar

Verbal terrorist, I'm living in a street life of rage

Machine gun sprayed and wet up the whole stage

Iron junk, metal razor blades I cough

Camouflaged Velour, I'm raw like the Eagle Claw

My tunes of glory, war stories took place inside a laboratory

Whispers in the dark, I think I hear fallen soldiers calling me

Rap battle cats trapped in combat

We hijacking planes as Islord strap me with the gat to your back

Camouflage guerrillas performing drive-bys, like California gangstas

Strapped the Cadillacs, my lyrical assault

Murder weapon'll blow your rips out your midsection

Chinese connection with the Wu-Tang perfection

[Verse 2: Beretta 9]

Chamber 9's perfection, constitute we moving in, son

Shark style, peep the fin, pushing through like

Stiff-arm Heisman, although we wise men

Don't make us act a fool, keep a calm, cool collective

A nice perspective, it only takes for one cat to disrespect his

Or ruin a show, oh what y'all ain't know

That everything's real like blue steel

Bein pulled out at a sold out concert?

The crowd went berzerk, here come the Jakes, red alert

They got trampled on, a cop lost one arm

Killarm' still live on stage doin' "Red Dawn"

Ayo, we're the obstacle, anything's possible

"Allah Sees Everything", kid, check the obstacle

Beretta did his verse in the crowd, this kid's remarkable

9th punched a cat in the face, call the hospital

911 style, ShoGun cracked a smile

Or push this cat into Sin, throw in the towel

It's like life's insane, Dom P pop champagne

And Is' came out of the crowd with twenty chains

[Verse 3: Islord]

Nonchalantly, I roll up on the rap scene bluntly

Still hitting fiends off monthly

'Cause this rap shit ain't feeding me

My physical is just looking real good but my insides is crying

Fiending to catch like fifty analog niggas off point

And tear pockets, so stay still, tell your crew

Don't even move, 'causeI got like fifty-five keeping it live

Tight niggas trapped with rockets, pointed at your eye sockets

Throwing ninety-nine joints at your grill, you can't block it

[Verse 4: P.R. Terrorist]

Rebellious one, who never like to carry small guns

I like 'em big, bulky and shit, designed for your wig

And any pig that try and confront me and my cig'

That bomb is rigged, ready to explode, get blown to Madrid

You and your fam, you and your mans and all of your kids

Because I'm nuts, spilling my guts like dry heavin'

A fly even cat that never split his pie even

Get caught in my line of fire and die wheezing

And the man who seen it go down for no apparent reason

Just breathing and believing it's pockets that I be greasing

He's deceived and relieved with dollar sign eyes gleaming

War ringing, diva bitch in my bed, she's soul singing

With my mic, ducking it right, my son's outside slinging

Beige snowballs, snot drip from his nose, eating a Halls

I got a show, later tonight, I'm headed to the mall

I'll grab you something, if you see Fantasia, tell her she fronting

'Cause I had her way in my lab and didn't fuck nothing

Life's something, somedays I be feeling like sniping something

Writing something that'll change the whole world, feel like I'm coming

With this black ink all over these white sheets

Run like a track meet with a fleet of killers and shit

Don't even compete, yo

In a herd of white wool, label the black sheep

Tap dancing on fire, the kid with bronze feet

Terrorist snatching the track, leaving the gold teeth

All you players, killers, dogs, thugs - make it brief