[Verse 1: Mr. Hyde]

Super-civil arrest blast your teflon vest bastards

Hyde distress terrorists, the methodists of death, bitch!

Incorrect politically, linguistically, I'm lethal

Yo, check my history, it ain't no mystery to people

The Governor of Brit will have your mother sucking dick

Fuckin' rubbin' on her clit until she's bludgeoned by a brick

Yo, to hell with secret service men, my burners stay disturbing them

They turned into my servants when my urchins said to murder them

All anarchists are loving it while stubborn feds are bugging it

Your government's discovered cut to pieces in my cupboard, kid

I'll tarnish you with carnage, now your sergeant's paying homage

Got Bin Laden and Saddam wrapped in bondage in the garbage

My knife's out, so stand back, the White House is ransacked

To strife out the Anthrax choked life out your grandpaps

The torture is immense, got you crawling out your vents

The gore that Hyde invents put dents in your defense

[Verse 2: Necro]

I'm like Malcolm when he came back from Mecca: Not a racist

But when they come to kill me at my speech, I'll shoot 'em in they're faces

I lived a life of aggravation, contempt in laceration

So I'm exempt from assassination attempts

Attack you like airborne pilots, beat you like General Cornwallis

You cornballs are minimal, adjust your eyelids private

Ending your squadron, run up on you like Benjamin Martin

With the Indian axe, peeling your skin back for starting

I'll start a revolution with this rugged rhyme

But fuck your Source cover, I want my face on the cover of TIME!

You Benedict Arnold's will be smoking crack like bridges

We're burning bridges

So you can't cross 'em 'cause our militia's vicious

The thirteen colonies bring it to you, get on the horse

We'll be ripping your chest 'til they're stitching your flesh like Betsy Ross

Images of onslaught, cadavers and bleeding

I'd give a shout out to the soldiers that fought so I could have freedom!

[Verse 3: Goretex]

After war, on the return trip, burning my psyche

Extracting the passion from the paws of Christ, it's pricey

Nuclear frost, California first to break off

Space cowboys, 30 CC's ready for take off

Lieutenant's tank holding my rank, we climb skyports

Islamic amputees disguised as cyborgs

I was born to die the first martyr

Torn from a place with burnt buildings and no father

Raise the etiquette of warface, torture's to make

War to Kuwait, grenades tossed

I threw the corpse in the lake, it's more cake

Revolution 9, New York quake, state of emergency

Bridges and tunnels, this underworld is a murder spree

Fucking with G, World Trade in the cloud

Terror Network, I'm still smelling people downtown

Wipe some tear gas, the Yin and the Yang, dead in the fear

10 to 15, they watch the dent in Heaven appear

[Verse 4: Sabac]

They held me captive, I was being bludgeoned and starved

Seeing stars, half a day from an introduction to God

Yo, with scars on my flesh, my whole mind was destroyed

Hardest test of my life, the kind I try to avoid

I heard voices in my sleep, one night a visitor spoke

Quoting the art of war, the voice had given me hope

Broke out a sweat, grab the TEC, shot my way to freedom

Hundreds die for their lives, and now I've got you beaten

I'm defeating any enemy that comes in my path

Whether political or criminal, I let the guns blast

Coming mass like Marcos, and Brooklyn's my Chiapas

Rage a war against police, they can't look me in the optics

Sabac is equivalent to the object of militance

Consider this your option with the lives of ambivalence

I'm committed and diligent, equipped with the killer shit

The oppressor's nightmare, if I talk it I'm living it

[Verse 5: ILL BILL]

Arrived in Auschwitz, I was tattooed with numbers for labor

Kids, babies, and mothers were sent directly to gas chambers

Stepping outta freight cars sorted by age and profession

And whether or not you capable of working the slave labor

Children and elderly people were the first to be taken

To shower rooms and exterminated and burnt to cremation

The rest of us kept behind an electric fence, shaved heads

Starving and working to death and perished by day's end

Truthfully, we were the lucky ones, the fortunate

I remember stories of the ways that Doctor Mengele used to torture men

Children and pregnant women, unspeakable horrors

6 million martyrs from your sheet of the surgery, with no anaesthesia

I'm a prisoner of war or religion

A prisoner of Nazi Germany, I'm caught in the system

With dreams of torturing Hitler with blow torches and pistols

For every Jew that died, I survived, my story continues!