[Spoken Intro: E-Dawg]

Oh, y'all gonna get it now

It's time, baby

Split 50

Uh, Colored People

It's time to shake your shingles

And this is just the intro

Y'all know

It was soon to happen, it was bound to happen

And we gon' kidnap this track, nigga

[Verse 1: E-Dawg]

Yo, who can outrap me, please, get at me

If y'all cats was close you couldn't snatch me

I'm tired of your mouth, stop bumpin' your jaws

Cause you don't want me to cock back and smack you all

I hear the fuckin' dissin' in your songs

Cause you know if you mention names imma give it to you nice and long

I spit heated bars, Split 50

If it don't mean nothin' man it just ain't ours

Top gunnin', I stay stunnin'

Pass these wack rappers like Aunt Jemima they slow runnin'

Treat 'em like red dots and stick 'еm like bullseyes

Wе gon' show you niggas how to fly

[Verse 2: Strange]

We comin' like ridin' storms of bee swarms like Wu

Two shots to the sky, shout the war cry on the city street

Check the show stop or get stomped

My style stings like they kill they pops and throws choke

I'm this vocal soap, I'm the imperial

Run the Miracle Mile way past reconcile

My material fuel for this two man mission

Keep cover, recon, song after song, one step beyond

If it's in the grave, that's what it takes to

Make greens and drop brakes and lock throttle full tilt in you

Spill [?] the bucket, my [?] taught me to live by two words: fuck it

Little Dahmer livin', flip like way back, the road's packed with cadavers

Twisted steel, he'll pray for me, clear the way for the real Split 50

Do or die, all eyes on the prize, what