[Turntablism by DJ Debris]

 [Suffa:]
 Duck and cover
 Cause when you [bad word] with Suffa it's like the bomb's dropped
 You spit like Bon Jovi, we spit like Bon Scott
 We got it on lock, "Deadlock! " Non-stop, "Head nod! "
 Even when the song stop...
 Step in the cipher and it's danger
 I'll set the Pressure on you like a hyperbaric chamber
 And he don't [bad word] around

 [Pressure:]
 We've gained such renown
 For this state of the art custom sound
 For them custom built rappers with under-skilled narratives
 The good die young, me and Suff' are still bad with this
 Rhyme style it's lethal, "Prime time the sequel! "
 Ain't got a single fan, just like-minded people
 I told you from the start, I'm a soldier of the art
 Effortless, take every breath and hold it to your heart
 With Debris and my brother Suffa, so watch another [bad word] for cover
 It's the return of the [bad word] [bad word] 

 [bad word] ]
 I don't give a [bad word] .. listen, I don't know...
 [GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
 I don't give a [bad word] .. "on the shows you did"
 "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
 I don't give a [bad word] .. listen, I don't know...
 [GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
 It's Debris... [Lil' Fame:] "Blow the war zone, not now but right now! "

 [Suffa:]
 [bad word]  repulsive, insulting
 Offensive like feeding a vegan some dolphin
 Assaulting the system, "system that's broken! "
 The cistern is broken, the [bad word] is just floating
 I spit till you're open underground
 P-Delaressure and he don't [bad word] around

 [Pressure:]
 Now album number five, "Worked hard to earn that! "
 No doubt it was a fight, "Too far to turn back! "
 Now I step in the sun, take the weather however [bad word]  Although I'm a second son, I'm second to none
 Lesson is done, what goes [bad word] around
 Suffa's down, and he don't [bad word] around

 [Suffa (Pressure):]
 The Hood spits the news like Wolf Blitzer, crews
 Fear the pit bull in the pulpit, yo it's the
 World War Three in a whisper
 The Mr. Suffa (and Mr. Pressure)
 [Simultaneous] (We rips it rougher)/We spits it fresher

 [bad word] ]
 I don't give a [bad word] .. listen, I don't know...
 [GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
 I don't give a [bad word] .. "on the shows you did"
 "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"

 [Interlude]

 [Pressure:]
 Your nemesis on verses, the desperate and worthless
 Try and flame the name, we can wrestle in a furnace
 "Never! " came half-hearted, "Never! " came last, started
 Everyday like it's my last till my craft's mastered
 "And we can get it on! " I'm at peace with myself
 Cause there's a piece of myself in every song
 I don't just write rhymes, I spent a lifetime building
 lifeline [bad word] night time's children
 And now they love the sound
 Play me with a Gravyspitter and he don't [bad word] around

 [Suffa:]
 Check... ain't no stepping to me
 Cause P and Suffa bad mothers like Treacherous Three
 So "Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat"
 You feel your hearts weep cause you still can't beat
 The Hills, and aren't we just still [bad word] 
 I can feel you love it, we the real blue-blooded, c'mon!

 [bad word] 
 I don't give a [bad word] .. listen, I don't know...
 [GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
 I don't give a [bad word] .. "on the shows you did"
 "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"