[Intro: Todd McFarlane's 'Spawn' sample}]
...and apocalyptic
[Verse 1: P.R. Terrorist]
I got a hunger for the mic my appetite strike late at night
Food for thought, hold down the fort up in the port of riches
Last seen giving stitches, grab a cat by his gold rope crucifix
His team actin superstitious
One eyein, one fakin, reachin for his iron
One tryin to get close, I got the toast and I'm firin
Blood gushin, I think I hear sirens, commotion
Still zonin off the war potion
[Verse 2: Beretta 9]
We be the masters of circumference
My thought can't be altered by any mind control substance
For the key to this shit, kid
Exterminate imposter, a group of A-Alikes
My team be deep like a roster, we lobster
And break the legs of all imposters, cut the tongues off the snakes
Just one hiss may cost ya a price of ya life
I say always think twice, remember always think twice
'Cause one fucking mistake may be coming your way, kid
So wake the fuck up, yo wake the fuck up, yo
[Verse 3: Islord]
Aiyo, straight up and down
Dont even bring that type of shit around me
You liable to get ya whole neck slapped off ya shoulders
Quick fast, faster than the eye blink
So why think you could live amongst the
Livest MCs and G-O-Ds that I run with
And collaborate my thoughts with
To elevate to a higher standard as I landed
But never stranded as the God P.R. Terrorist apprehended
Analog suspects on the set
[Verse 4: Dom Pachino]
Dirty doctrine, killer concoction, rhyme rotting
Stay plotting, yesterday went grenade shopping
Caught a nice one, grabbed the vest up
This track I blessed it, make it bloody, ugly
Dip it in mud, my soldiers gonna love me
Grab the mic, look into the sunshine way above me
Hold my forehead, today had my daily bread
Shared it with you, make sure my fans are always fed
[Verse 5 Killa Sin]
Yo, I'm pullin wrestling moves on competition, headlocked into submission
While shots are lickin, picking through crops of intuition
Yo my brain starts to change towards a strange course
Names brought in vain, court the physical force of unexplained
Fought the battle of my life in the night light
This nigga grab a mic tight and strike with a flash like dynamite might
So figure this, Killa gets vigorous
A lyricist supremacist attacking the track like native villages
(Run, we still pillaging dunn)