[Verse 1: Phathom]

Metaphor mastery, microphone battery

I'll leave crews looking like high school tragedies

Spitting emphatically, I get verbally raw

Then telekinetically fry any circuitry board

Don't piss me off it will be your loss

I'll expload like the Incredible Hulk's forearms

Look, I'mma straight test the spark

I'll punch your chest so hard your spine will look like a question mark

Compress your heart get ankles fractured

I alleviate more ink than tattoos covering gangster rappers

Face factors front like you had doubts

Get your chest caved in to make your spine stand out

Buckle up dog, I crush dummies

I'm so sick when I sneeze bacteria runs from me

Bust ugly, I got visions to win

You couldn't get the crowd to get up like impotent men

[Verse 2: Chino XL]

Yo, nigga what, what, what's the real meaning of what?

What's the last question I ask before I fuck your ass up?

You swimming in blood like Johnny Weissmuller pretending Tarzan

Verbal battering ram without Brad Pitt in Troy

Your Achilles tendon is not defending the honor to follow up

One of my verses is strong enough after I spit

Shit, you don't pack inadequate axe to get swung

We ain't laughing with you, we laughing at you like William Hung

Come, get dragged into the tormenting morbid twister world of hurt

Paralyzed from the eyebrows down

Wishing that you were never birthed

Breathing dirt, flowers growing out of your nostrils

Apostle, running full throttle, squeezing the trigger, aiming the nozzle

The barrel hotter than flannel in the Mohabe or safari

Shells tearing your body, shooting the saddle from your kemosabe

Understand me? Sabe?

I make money like Ronald Reagan's ressurected back in office and it's 1980

If you mad, say you mad

You'll be the man who had one rhyme for every eighty rhymes Poison Pen has

I'm incapable of writing anything other than ill

Chino Tarantino skill, sicker than eighty volumes of Kill Bill, what?

[Verse 3: Crooked I]

All you shit talking niggas better find your muzzles

You buff working out niggas, I TEC-9 your muscles

If you got it in your mind to tussle, fight and struggle

I puzzle, I'll bust your bubble, your life's in trouble

When the semi-auto and Glock spray, you say, "Stop!"

I say "God, they pinche puto, I'm an idiotic ?mayate?"

Psychotic, catch as many bodies as Scarface

Periodically bury you niggas out E.R. space

Snitch on young Crooked? no you won't

You know how many crimes I commited? no, you don't

That's the point, snitch niggas is fast to point

Their finger at you, if it help them skip past the joint

And it's probably the same bastards you pass the joint

When incriminating information are passed to oinks

I got the whole world respecting a G

I'm only dope 'cause real niggas expect me to be, consecutively

And never think of stepping to me

I got a Masters at killing, now that's murder in the second degree

Hating niggas can all die

The way I give you shots in rails

Is similar to generous barfly

And I'm the only giant walking under God's sky

My Kobe Bryant flow makes it hard to guard, I

I embody the most prolific spitting in the Pacific division

Listen I'm dissing, niggas aren't I

[Pre-Verse: Canibus]

This collateral damage, yo

[Verse 4: Canibus]

I try to enjoy my life with paranoid nights

I absorb what I write through the orb of light

Stand next to the high temperature oven, get sucked in

Fry your brain in half a dozen Cerebellum muffins

When I start to spit you twitch, eyes itch

Die quick like an open-mouthed formaldehyde kiss

Now you can really say you outta your mind

You alive but your internal organs be outside

Scattered across the southside 'cause you ran out of rhymes

Cut you down to size, fan you with the wings of a fly

Jadakiss wanna know why, well so do I

The whole world's a big lie and I think I'm inside

Now and again, I transform into the fountain head

Spinnin' from within, Howard Roark with a fountain pen

The spirit of Eva Braun on my lawn at dawn

I was calm but I still told the bitch she don't belong

Try to fathom who wrote the song

Try to imagine the passion it takes to grab a mic with a broken arm

A message to my brothers, a symbol in invisible ink color

'Cause big brother got things covered

Bless Phantom, you don't have to search for this no more

A piece of your core has now been completed, carry on!

Whenever I spit bars three quarters of Special Forces pause

They wanna see what comes out of my jaws

Keep searching for Colonel Kirks 'til he put you in a world of hurt

One air strike leave your whole world burnt

Apocalypse Now, I dictate, you copy it down

Ancient poetry delivered from a modern day mouth

Raid your house with a bull horn, call your name out

Shish kabob your head from the side, then pull your brains out

Make a piggy bank skull, get change from your mouth

Make a nice leather pouch with the remainder of your scalp

Change it around, rewind it, drop fifty frames out

Explain how you disappeared before the movie came out

The damage is collateral

I let family members on the battlefield, just so they can find the other half of you

I recruited you, my battle groups smash your troops

Trap you in an everlasting loop

"C" to the third power, Crooked I, Chino Xl

With Canibus, try to Phathom the smell

Motherfucker