[Verse 1: Sean Price]

As-salamu alaykum

It's the rap Jack Tatum

I break backs on rap cats who fabricatin'

You're just a worker, why's your boss hatin'?

Talkin' bullshit, get lost in translation

Nerds makin' the game lame, you birds fakin'

I will smack your fuckin' head off, verbatim

Line for line, rhyme for rhyme

I will end your fuckin' career with this 9 of mine

All my life, I've been quick with the drama

I'm at peace now, ever since a nigga took his Shahada

So ?, my raps is so groovy

Bald head and big beard, I'm so Sunni

50 emcees, put 'em in a line

Get 50 more thugs with they hand on a 9

It'll take 50 more before I go for mine

Buck 50 'cross the face for niggas thinkin' they rhyme

It's nothin' to end your life

P.F., Tone Toca and Kimbo Price!

P!

[Interlude: Tony Touch]

Yeah, man, that's what I'm talking about

50 MC's, homeboy

Yo, Guilt!

Whatup tho?!

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]

Peace to Tony Toca

Landlord – record heat and then I put it out, like the only smoker

Disrespect, I'll fold your soldiers (Simpson)

I got it made, like I'm bonin' Oprah

I got your number, fuck a Motorola

I buck a loaded toaster

Burn bread and turn heads to coma dosers

Comatose, you'll sleep well

I'm conniving, like my dog in D-12

I'm surviving, obese style like beat swell

Me fail?

Never

Let your face wrinkle up

Pop you, then come back and wet the same spot up

Like sprinklers (Damn!)

You want war? Don't think of us

Soon as you do, we shoot at your crew

Then it's back at my spot with a beautiful view

This is livin' for me, but music for you (Coward)

Simpson writes flagrant statements

Heater on my waist still scrapes the pavement

Assault rifle like a limo truck

I don't A&R, put your demos up

And get me the cash flow

I Muay Thai rappers and call 'em collabos

Catch a knee to the face

You can sleep in a lake

Or hand over the keys to the safe