[Scratch Intro]
"Oooh ya love it"

[Verse One] [Celph Titled:]
If me and some rap faggot have static
We can go to war, at your show you'll need flak jackets
Strapped with automatics? No, we use bats and hatchets
Give the microphone a drug test, I spit crack at it (for crack addicts)
Approach your A&R with an A-R
Based on a true story, I spit H-bombs in every 8 bars
When Tony put his face in that snow, I was writin' them flava flows
And yeah even my worst haters know, that I'm a playa fa sho
They be like: Yeah I'm wit ya, Titled
Bring bitches back to the pad like a menstrual cycle
You walk around like you some kind of thuggy guy
I know you ain't Diddy, but I can make you see thru Puffy eyes


[Verse Two] [Sadat X:]
You know my stats, boy you know what I'm workin' with
Firearms of various calibers, penetrate
I'm the hate that breeds hate, nahhh let me illustrate
Time stands still on a day that's slow
With me it ain't about the show, it's about the proof
I hear the amp from the roof and anything movin' this is a stick-up
You sneeze or even hiccup, you layin' flat, you wanna face this rage?
Somebody threw some meat in the cage
Wear armor, you can call Obama, call your momma
I breed armies, make men out of boys
I'm the tactical General Patton, from BK to Manhattan
You frontin', you lame, treat ya whole squad the same


[Verse Three] [Grand Puba:]
I don't play when it come to this, I rule the mic with iron fist
Compile data, then I make the list
Grab the wack, move they ass to trash
Then empty trash so they don't exist
Since vinyl, words flow like herds of rhinos
Leave ya ass trampled when I'm runnin' on a sample
A showdown at sundown, these verbals I run down
Will leave your ass dumbfound, you thought you was gunned down
Rhyme style mean like a dope fiend lean
Cut against the green and you face the guillotine
Grand Puba, there's no way you can dodge
Better off tryin' your luck in Las Vegas at Mirage


[Verse Four] [A.G.:]
Been thru ups and downs, never touched the ground
Like girls with the big butts never fuck with clowns
I let the music take over me, words flow thru me
Truly the best, that's why niggas keep quotin' me
I'm the baddest nigga livin', average niggas don't stand a chance
I danced in France, put hands and feets on beats
Put fans in trances, Amsterdam is a place where I sin
Get that Yen in Japan, kid
The Swiss Mountains, got a Swiss accountant
Chick with a fountain pen keep my chips amountin'
To somethin', my grind is unparalleled
While y'all niggas keep on horsin' around like carousels


[Verse Five] [O.C.:]
Mind over, as a matter of fact there's no practice needed
See, I'm matched bar none
When it's all said and done up, the last man standin' is proof
Who has the biggest brass in battles I'm crafty
MacGuyver, everyday things 'round me work to my advantage
Pre-empt the plan at random
For every living soul on the planet understand this
As some often say, an heir is apparent
I'm that Maltese priceless art
It's no biddin' on an auction block, fortune or Fort Knox
Off top or written, each vowel takes precision
Knockout solidifies, win a fight over decision


[Verse Six] [Diamond D:]
I got the flow so cold, niggas call me chilly
Don't ever press up, fam, I'll smack you silly
If I'm all out of Dutches, I pack the Phillie
On my J-O-B, I mack the millies
And I'm all about stackin' my chips
Gettin' dome in the back of the whips, start smackin' them hips
All that slick talk'll just get you smacked in the lips
Game time, 4th quarter, back to the blitz
You can't move me, shake me, break me
Make me be something I'm not, niggas wanna snake me
I'm right by Skate Key, right in the X
Big Dime still writin' the checks, holla at me