[Verse 1: Baby Blak of Ill-Advised]

What, too many thugs on mic's, bought to show ya niggas

Lightning strikes, in the same place twice

Put on my game face like Rice, 'til my name in lights

Pain the price, game tight, put this train in flight

The Baby Blak catalyst, wanna battle this, miraculous

Flow, like Jesus chain watered the wine and marriages

Averages sixty points a game, on point like cactuses

Flippin' the spatulas on all ya'll wack rap amateurs – what?

Don't even step in my circumference with dump shit

Pump it, 30/30 to ya pumpkin when guns click

The gun clips spit the verbal, one slipped

Caused a funeral, do the styles, that's on some shit

Swear to God on my unborn, I be the one on

93 million miles away, stars that kept the sun warm

Sizzlin', fuck the jewels glistening, Cristal christenin'

I'm dissin' 'em, they ain't spittin' it, we ain't listenin'

They vision been blurred, can't recall what occurred

When herb made words, we verbin' thirty-third to third

Fuck what you heard, who preferred? Fly as a bird

Wit' the nerve to serve emcees to the stage to the curb

Leave no witnesses, no clues who ripped this shit

Baby Blak wit' the gift to spit ridiculous

West Philly streets to Brooklyn, on Saint Nicholas

Who number 1 when I hit ya list?

[Interlude: Black Thought]

Check it out – who number one?

Other squads have no title, title

Other crew no have a title, title

Some other emcee have a title, title

Illa 5th, we out at Vital, Vital

We outta dung-dung-di-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-di

Diggy-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-di

Remember the name of the crew dem call the P-5-D

Remember the name of the crew, they call the, the – yo, check it out, yo –

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Yo, down by a law, must be talkin' 'bout me

It's the B-L-A-C-K, T-H-O-U-G-H-T

'Bout to school these crab niggas, show them how to emcee

Yo, I'm sayin, represent, we comin' outta S.P. 

Check it out, we take you a stab lower, approach closer

Hold it down to the utmost, my mic toast ya

Illa-Fifth, Ill-Advised, Illadel' adrenaline

Sound waves leavin' you tremblin', as we begin again

[Verse 3: Malik B.]

Aiyo, I'm tryin to get this cash in abundance

Redundantly, I represent the rugged Dundee

The crack cost money, but yo, to try's free

I'll whack a MC for ten thou' USD

Now test me, give you one for coppin' the swine

Stomp you wit' the Fifth emblem, leaving niggas tremblin'

Visualize the kiss of death full of venom

To minimize ya half ass freeze, you wack ass leaves

My rap leaves you thugs full of poisonous back feeds

Test ya whole attire, empire on fire

I strike right back, six or ya might flat

Get the whole round of applause, son, get the jaws

[Hook: Rahsheed aka Maylay Sparks]

From the South to the West

To the East to the North

To the Phi-La, son – the land of the lost

Go off, disturbin' order, 5 mics in The Source

Quake City, Roots Crew, it's yours, it's your's, it's your's