[Verse 1: Yahzeed Divine]

Yo

Stepped on the set, quiet is kept

Like sound wave, eject tape cassettes outta his chest

Ready to ravage and rumble with savages on the humble

In a frenzy, get busy, son, what you expect?

He a vet, so there's not much he respects

If you violate the laws that he lives to protect

You can bet it's gon' be drama you will never forget

Got the world on smash whеn we live on the sеt

[Verse 2: Kool Keith & Yahzeed Divine]

Calisthenics division, make sure it's clear and vivid

Make everybody in the industry listen

Get my balls sucked by the critics

We can go back and forth like Serena and Venus playin' tennis

Comin' up, Madison, past Radio City

When the chauffeur is starin'

Roll the windows up while they spittin'

Who's bad? Catch 'em when they on the toilet sittin'

Ladies drop they acts for the mission

For the center, I slide and glide over those pretendin' (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Yahzeed Divine]

All hands on deck, got your plans all sketched

Yeah, your mans want next, now your mans all stretched

Sleepin', when they creepin', he stands on steps

Reachin' for reasons, it's like it's life or death

The season for feastin', see, it's hands on necks

Beastin', releasin' all stress off chest

Leave 'em body steamin', SOS

The weekend, your family grievin', bless your steps

[Verse 4: Kool Keith]

Building to building

To teach children I'm here for real, not a pilgrim

Writing from the top with a hole in the ceiling

The silk on Lenny Wilkens, I'm an ill man with a twelve-foot wingspan

Gallery Dept. jeans, fifteen hundred on my legs in London and France

Abundance of pants

World sounds and hands, jam like Billy Jam, circle around

New York City, Times Square with Fashion Week wear

Women callin' me Donald Pierre, nine with a boat leaf