[Verse 1: L.E.G.A.C.Y.]

I'm back to the grit, kind of like breakfast

Back on some shit, you kind of like smelt it

Sand in your city and this is all real

Asking bitches "Did you miss me?" like I'm Varnell Hill

Sha-boing boing, classic as that two-sided coin join

The best writer since the Donald Goines joints

I'm throwing lunch back, L.E.G.'s waiting on dinner

I got my buzz back like Kevin Bacon on "Tremors"

Better hold something cause I'm shaking things up

Throw something? Nah I'm breaking things up

I'm flipping over tables in meetings with the labels

Wrote a letter to the industry, it says "I will save you"

Sincerely yours, the Carolina savior

Settle the score, I don't care for these majors

Run deep in still waters, H-O-J

Suicide's flawless, that's the only way

[Verse 2: Phonte]

Yeah, let me at 'em

Aha ... time to head buss 'em

If they really wanted war, they would've said something

Labels, I don't trust 'em

Cause if they can't market a Pooh, sell a 'Te or break a +L.E.G.+, fuck 'em

Was on my F.E. shit for the past year

Travelling all around the world singing to Mademoiselles

But I knew that if y'all saw "featuring Phonte" on this record

And I only did a hook, then y'all would be mad as hell

So I had to take it back to the old 'Te

I mean the Bull City, Cornwallis rolled 'Te

The ten dollars in his pocket, still bold 'Te

The why-the-fuck-can't-he-ever-do-what-he-told 'Te

Because if you can't fear me then you are clearly

One of the dumbest niggas since O.J

This is my TKO, I mean my Typical Kirk Out

"'Te got the best workout" what them hoes say

[Verse 3: Chaundon]

Come on man, who fucking with Chaundon?

Lit up the entire situation like the complexion of Krondon

Ain't a Craftmatic that I won't lay ya moms on

Bust two nuts and then I'm gone

Swear these rap niggas is Norm Bates dressing like women

Back then they be gay, but today they make a killing?

Faggots keep they feet towards the ceiling

That Louis Vuitton rap is all wack, who said it was appealing?

Ten bars in, another Technical Knock Out

Wack rappers always use the term "hating" as a cop-out

Step to your punk-ass army

But y'all don't want a war, y'all throwing towels in as if you doing laundry

Bad for your health, got news for you niggas

Need a noose for you niggas, go and hang yourself

If you mad then you considered a bitch

There's more wack niggas in the game than Jews printed on the Schindler's List

[Verse 4: Sean Price]

One part Henny, one part Hypno

A +Slice+ of +Kimbo+ and a pinch of Apocalypto

Animal bars, niggas is Granola raps

Richard nut-hugging jeans, dude got rough, rugged bean brr!!

Fuck the colorful tight shit

Meshell Ndegeocello, hello, lovable dyke shit

I might hit niggas with all my mic lift

Niggas on the phone, telling +dog+ you +Mike Vick+

Brr! I smoke a doobie with the rascals

Hardcore boom, no room for Lupe Fiascos

Don't rhyme for robots, rap for mo' gwap

My stock rising, so I ride with the fo' cocked

No stash box, I keep it in my lap

And I ain't stopping for cops, believe a nigga' raps

Leave it at that, Sean Price, Kareem Said

Put hands on a nigga when he stain my weed

Brr! Motherfucker ... haha