[Verse 1 - Chester P]

Witch doc, shaking my stick, whiskered trick ops

Split minds, splitting myself, like amoeba cells

I'm sitting in Hell, like a infidel

Ducking infrared, similar to Splinter Cell

In a shell yeah? my life's like a hurricane

I'm a freak storm blizzard on a summer's day

I bring war to the God's like Loki

Raps Moriarty, the legendary high chief

Half dead half alive from the dark side

I feel like Poseidon on the last tide

Tilt the axis filled with a killer prowess

In the archives studying to fight the powers

Twisted guidancе, buying Mother Earth a orchid

Moon children, stuck on Earth like orphans

And of coursе I'm as real as my life is

I'm just as real as this death that I dice with

And I'm trapped in a mind state lately

Fly by spacey, high like Dick Tracy

My memories are hazy, suttin' like a daydream

Tight belt, spells in the bag looking tasty

I rock mic's and make it look easy

New book my latest reads'll leaf us leavey

New look, change of clothes and then appearance

Self made, mummy did well as a parent

Hell bent paying this rent and different taxes

Income 70% of it's madness, faithless

Ain't got no heart in the system

The million that marched and ain't nobody that listens

[Verse 2 - Farma G]

Ey yo there's beef in the manor blud

We're trying hard like fuck it, I ain't Scarface

My space invaded by crack fiend's and car thief's

My peep's tryna eat like even little chief's saw gat's out

Walking around with their slacks down

Hard face and no vision

My neighbourhood's feeling the friction

I'm from the 'Bury where we cotch on the corner

Where we rep for the Gunners and we live for the summer

I'm watching shottaz tryna eat other shottaz

And them shottaz big brother's tryna kill one another

'Cause the heat gets hotter for the plotters and coppers

Or undercover in the running tryna see what you're bunnin'

What community? what scheme? In the net curtains

Is making any difference to the danger that's lurking

Yout's want your shoes your rings and your gold tooth

You're lying to yourself, if you ain't see the truth

Junkyard, guns blaze and won't discriminate the law of the land

The streets ain't safe this is melt down

This ain't the old days, yout's don't know how the fuck to behave

[Hook]

To my cousins in the struggle all across the land

Hold down three fingers and raise ya hand

So just raise your hand

Hold down three fingers and raise ya hand

To my cousins in the struggle all across this land

Hold down three fingers and raise ya hand

Just raise your hand

Hold down three fingers and raise ya hand

To my cousins in the struggle all across this land

Hold down three fingers and raise ya hand

Just raise your hand

Hold down three fingers and raise ya hand

To my cousins in the struggle all across the land

Hold down three fingers and raise ya hand

Just raise your hand

Hold down three fingers and raise ya hands