[Verse 1: Proof]

A piece to the puzzle, the war and struggle

It's more than trouble, this is between the Lord and Devil

Born a rebel but sworn to never cross my team

Exhausted dreams, I held by the boss and king

Imagine the people of Bad Meets Evil

The difference [?] to draft a sequel (Bang)

It's just explosive vest and plastic C4

Oppurtunities bang like Shaq at the free throw

The business cult of music is frightening

Proof and Royce has been a vocal point of the fool and the wise men

From hypemens to felons, and felons blinded by jealous

They tell us [?] coppers lock us in jail, I was young

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]

I'm the product of proper judgement

The father that popped my momma was a hollow-tip popper, a thug

See I was forced, they tried to abort me like one of my cousins

But unfortunately momma wouldn't budge

My daddy was young, his back was to the wall

I pat him on it 'cause he'll tell you he glad he was young

But let's go back about 21 years later until the future

And see some mistakes that I've made and if it was me

What would you have done, would you have used your gun

I'm someone to prove, you run the city ran by no one

Everybody competing, nobody eating and I

Am a lost part of that reason, I was young

[Verse 3: Proof]

Picture being a fan of a friend with a gun in your hand

Thinking "Damn I gotta damage this man?"

Or imagine the ceiling attempting to kill you

Haunted by brotherly love so you're stuck in the rear-view

Pick up a [bubble?] what kinda is fine

Quick to limits, a kind is to defy this

This allegiance goes beyond the voice

It's more than beef, record and peace, not for us, but for Nasaan and Royce

All this shit happen from beef, shit in his teeth, pull it

Knowing my foolish ways could make me eat bullets

Since Blade and [White?], count my days are nice

Scared to death in the same breath, I'm afraid of life, I was young

[Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"]

Sales decreasing, bail increasing

Now seeing them niggas together again, Hell'll be freezing

Now underground is hot, my nigga to Hell we reaching

Malcolm, slain 'cause of his rebelious teachings

How come [made that's?] one of his eldest speaking to him

Tell him you failed me, how could you do that me? (I don't know)

I said the cannon was loose, said I just ran in the booth

Spat at whoever, now who madder than you at me? Nobody

From battling, pulling a gat out on Proof

Besides who doesn't really matter to nobody

The message is clear, my guess is a lesson in marriage

Just repearable unless some dies, unless you care, 'less you 'pair it, 'less you 'pair it