04. 4 The 2 Faced (Ft. Sicktanick & Razakel AKA Team Death)

(Chorus)

[Sicktanick, VECT & Razakel]:

I may have serpent eyes, but I'm no snake

You & I aren’t the same 'cause I don't play your games

For the liars & snitches, the fakes & the bitches

Go ahead & keep hating while we gonna keep it wicked

[Sicktanick]:

I look around me, I’ll tell you what I see

A buncha people claimin' underground but don't support that scene

Everybody's got a ego, everybody thinks they're better

& trying to band togеther's like a storm after Comm Wеather

But now all these 2 faced fucks are tryna hop on the next hot thing & ride nuts

It makes me sick to my guts, last year ya hated us now ya want a contract, what??!

I don't think so, your flow's feeble

You try to claim wicked, but your rhymes aren’t evil

Stick to hip-hop & the backpack garbage

While I’m all original & my flows are flawless

I saw this coming when I had the old camp

That's why the old camp’s living off food stamps

& my label (yeah) is a wicked shit bootcamp

That's why our flows are hot & at best your flows are damp

[VECT]:

Whatever possesses you to run your mouth

You better find out what it is & track it down

Sooner or later all liars get unmasked

& all your fictional stories get shoved up your ass

Don't act like you got the right to start problems

Don't be playin’ that crap like you're a victim or martyr so get smarter

Or things for you will only get harder

I got no 2nd thoughts about clobberin' these shit-starters

In the beginning I listened to ya 'cause ya earned my trust

But you were straight frontin' on me, so get fucked!

I been dealin' with your kind for years & years

Shameless piece of shit, you can't see it clear

If ya don't like me just say so & stay away

Otherwise, I'll be quick to fuck up your face

Just say something to me straight & it'll all end

It'd be a different story if you spoke, BUT YOU'RE A BITCH!

[Razakel]:

Eeni meanie minie moe

All I see are fake ass 'hoes

Everywhere I fuckin' go they play it off like I don't know

You bitches think you're really that gifted?

You really think I can't see through the fakeness?

You got it twisted 'cause I seen it all

I look down upon the weak because they always fall

Deep, down, nowhere to be found

Knocked off the fuckin' map & even off the underground

But keep trying though, with your whack-ass shows

While I'm bouncin' state to state for all the real 1's that know

That we reppin' this wicked underground, bitch

You're either with or against, learn to like it, bitch

You're used up from being my whore anyway

Stay stuck in your rut 'cause I'm busy getting paid, ha!