[Verse 1: Mike G]

When I'm finished, they'll never take another breath again

Wolf Gang representing running with the best of 'em

Living to reach excellence

Gold medals when you win, watch as I repeat event

I make haters go on trips when they wouldn't come back again

That's why I'm showing off my moves like I'm backpedalling

Your half-step

I'm better, just check my track record

Call me deadly like the seven sins

I'm the star player, put my number on my letterman

Now I run the new school, there's no rules

But what I say, you should do

And if not, then fuck you

Only thing that can tell me

Is if I remain this cool, I'll be hot, making shit hot

Your shit stops, you ain't moving nothing on the block

Got me feeling like I'm running from the cops

Never running out of breath but I'm gunning til they drop

Get more stripes than a ref's uniform, now I'm on

What you saying, who's been gone?

Winds blow me far from home

Right back to where it's warm

Quiet storm when I perform

And I'm a good shot

Top bomber, tell Sadam that I'm coming for his spot, dead or alive

I break silence and I won't stop til the dead start to rise

And heads start to turn and flesh starts to burn

If you listen you will learn nothing's given, you can earn

Ain't no stopping if it's profit, it's mine it's not your concern

If you want it, then I got it for you if you wait your turn

Follow me, you let others plea into court is adjourned

Mike G 1:23, time of murder currently

I can make it hard to breathe like you were leagues underseas

Break rules for me, it's impossible to follow policy beyond belief

City values raise when I walk the streets

Pardon me, my name should be etched in stone, me alone

Put my heart in it, beats the same as a metronome

[Hook: Mike G]

It's slow motion sprint home

Don't call it a comeback, I'm just getting warm

Tryna avoid the hangover in the morning

Scorin, O. Trice ball like Mike Jordan

Now women adore when I'm touring

Not travelling now we exploring

Don't call it a comeback, I'm just getting warm

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]

These rappers divas

There's more bitch niggas than there is bitches

A million and one face lifts, nigga pull out your stitches

You ain't who you say you are, Obie's an eye witness

You hiding behind real niggas and a couple of ditches

Ain't no more soldiers, this gay shit took a toll on us

I been waiting patient for the day this blows over but

How this culture cultivate homo

Sapien and embrace 'em, nigga that's a no-no

Guess I got a phobia

Bill folds, I'm rolling 'em

Classic in the slack of [?] for hoes and them

Poking 'em Souls is Mischief

Opio got more than one misses, it's written in hieroglyphics

That Mike G, would ask my assistance insisting

That we murder musicians and their existence

Man I got issues

Parallel to listeners hell

Only difference share spells through Instruments real

Might as well be an instrument for you to prevail

You to excel, Obie put the truth on the nail

Ever since the booth with Proof and homie that's pale

Had an alter ego, nigga you could call me D12

Niggas all for evil when doing good for yourself

Had to part with people before I own a loft in a cell

Off Hennessy, everybody enemies fucking with my energy

Ain't nobody friending me, fuck who you pretend to be

Real, you presented me

Kill you being me, nigga that's the entity

OT shoots you have you needing souchers

Put you in a suit, be the last time they view you

This ain't just a booth, nigga duty will pursue you

You missing the roof when bullets you introduced to

All that tough talk, you motherfuckers is used to, useless

Meet me on the block, let's make it an odd future

O. Trice, ruthless