[Intro]
Whattup man?
Slaine in this [bad word] joint right now
Take this [bad word] all the way around the [bad word] world man
Ha ha ha, c'mon man you know what time it is
when you hear me on some [bad word] 
It goes like this...
{*"Ghetto landscapes" [bad word] }
{*"Where man is determined by how much a man make"*}
Turn the whole [bad word] up in my headphones man
Overall volume, all the way up!
I'm deaf as a [bad word] Yeah I'm deaf [bad word] ! But I'm DEF too
Check me out man, yo

[Slaine]
From Roslindaley to Philly to anywhere on the map really
I been spittin real raps like a [bad word] Clappin with the Mac milli, what's happenin is I'm actually
stackin strictly re-enactin life graphically
I've been challengin these cats [bad word] and ask with me
if they can but they can't cause I'm that shifty
My army is too large, my conscience been drownin
I dumped his [bad word] in the [bad word] lake, he never been found
And I've been down and out, rose out of my own ashes
The rest of youse is stupid as dogs sniffin your own asses
When I was grown I seen holmes makin his own acid
Sniffin coke with different folks, [bad word] home plastered
I seen suicides, overdoses, and chrome blasted
I warred with people who wanted me in my own casket
I made it out alive in stereo to stare at you
The Dimock to seven figures right here in America
 [bad word]  [bad word] samples]
"Ghetto landscapes"
"Where a man is determined by how much a man make"

[Reef The Lost Cauze]
Yeah... yeah
Slaine-y whattup?
Paz man, yeah

Lost Cauze lyrical leviathon, literally leave your limbs
littered layin in the lion's den, lyin men
make we want to fire ten into their spine and limbs
Buy them a [bad word] heart - you got beef? Then don't deny it then [bad word] a fair one, air gun share some
The mac make a fat [bad word] leap like Air Pun
God rest the dead but God bless your head (no homo)
and my dojo is calm, breath, and lead
I sit in a dank basement, blowin bank statements
On a dank fragrance, plannin my next invasion
Like Slaine in "The Town" flick, quick as a hundred rounds spit
You [bad word] [bad word] cats, I'm a hundred pound pit
Astoundin, rockin a hoodie make of hound's skin
My balls - your broad loves her lips around them
[bad word] say he ain't [bad word] with me? He a clown then
And you should kill yourself for even hangin around him
 [bad word] 

[Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, one two
Slaine whattup cuz-o?

I rose above everything they threw at the kid
Pops dead, no [bad word] bread, doin a bid
I had a choice I could rhyme or put two in your wig
Cause an option for me was never pursuin a gig
Yeah, I made demos they spit in my face, begin again
I started having reservations like an Indian
I'm a man of God but I started to sin again
Cause [bad word] were sleepin on me like lithium
It's a lot of years later, I'm still nice with the hands
I'm a [bad word] to my people, but I'm nice to the fans
Some other rappers talk [bad word] but they rightfully stand
Dig in the same [bad word] place where they rightfully stand
Me and Slaine been around the [bad word] world together
Drinkin bottles, sniffin sum'n, [bad word] girls together
And the objective is to take over the world together
And the objective is to take over the world together
Yeah
 [bad word]