First Verse [Krondon of Strong Arm Steady]

Recognize realize and visualize
This miracle mind which is mine
Son of a chainsmoker and crack pusher
My family ties lines of cane cookers
From the slums to the streets, the suites of South Beach
The belt's not far in my reach, rather unique
Yeah my [bad word] naturally, and actually
Had a way with words since '83
Maybe it's me, or maybe it's the surgery performed when I speak over beats
It's a emergency, yeah the young boy got his head bust
Nowadays the gun talk, [bad word] going head-up
I get fed up and furious
But get relief from relief I receive from the Jewish chick
She stupid rich, buy me boucoup gifts
 Like matzah bread, on some bar mitzvah [bad word] I admit the gang mentality I represent
Serves as a reality check for the intelligent
Some real [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] follow it

Second Verse [Phil da Agony of Strong Arm Steady]

Living in a mansion flossed out
Chillin at the boss house
Dont [bad word] around and get tossed out
 Like Jazzy Jeff outta Fresh house
Niggas wanna press play, hey we the best out
Niggas always leave the west out
Actin like I can't buy a house out in down south
Or somewhere on the east coast
Get a grill smile on my mouth like cheese toast
Who the [bad word] gon' beast most
Set it up like oscar de la hoya out in East Slopes (?)
Or somewhere on the west side
Where the best born, best die, Bedstuy
Brooklyn, Canada back to the USA
 Black hats like NWA
Black gats bringing trouble your way
You know the strong arm steady don't play
I shift crack like pounds of the yay
Smoke weed like I'm from the bay
Still the most dangerous [bad word] outta CA
It's the strong arm steady
Battle Axe Records y'all, y'all not ready, let's go

Third Verse [Mad Child of Swollen Members]

We ride like violent horses
I leave a pile of corpses
Warlock inside my fortress
I lost a [bad word] fortune
Yeah, visionary verse developer
Celebrate? I get enough pills to kill a elephant
 And that's relevant
I'm hiding in a dark tent
Pyromaniacs tongue-kissing on a park bench
Utterly I mutter manslaughter with the meat cleaver
Please believe it I breathe heat with deep reverb
Dogtown, Z Boys, Rocksteady b-boys
Redline Levis, plans being revised
Quite tired, I bite tires, a white liar
drive-byer with five priors, a livewire
Ey, I am some kinda hybrid
Dopest rapper out, but I'm white like rye bread
I'll get a mohawk, go hard like Clubber Lang
You in trouble mang, like a vampire [bad word] fangs
It's time to get some retribution
Forget a [bad word] trial we go straight to execution

Fourth Verse [Opio of Hieroglyphics/Souls of Mischief]

Yeah, like you was gambling with the chief head honcho
 Not Gandolfini or Tonto
We rock like Weather Report at the Montreax
 Casino Jazz Festival caught in different time zones
We know like conventional thought, the triple line though
 They infinitesimaly small next to Hiero
Adam to a ant, a wooden match to a canon that I had
When they ran into my pad. Grabbed it from my dad
He said "Respect the power that it wields
Cause a coward will reveal hisself
Strength and character should supersede wealth
And keep your mind clear, you won't squeal for help."
I'm out for delph preservation
 The elder statesman
Cracking all chastity belts with innovation [bad word] 'em deep, non-virginal
Terminally ill, personally kill mics
Bust the verbal voodoo hex
Murdering sets like the Colonel
Flew out the cuckoo's nest with two new Teks
Check-nine-milli, I'm really bout my scrilli
I'm droppin these club bombs til they give me mine, what

Fifth Verse [A-Plus of Swollen Members & Hieroglyphics]

It go, Me broke in this economy? [bad word] no
Even the recession ain't affecting them elbows
So we sell those. People be ch