[Reef The Lost Cause]
Yo, this young buck rowdy, my gun buck loudly
When I was a buck, they had me locked up down in Buck's County
But I beat that wrap, you never catch me on a beat that's whack
I can't eat like that
Reef that cat who [bad word] back, let the Desert hit you
When you thought I was just talkin' [bad word] like Freddie Mitchell
You ain't ready, is you? I invest in every pistol
Aim on point like a steady missile
Heavy fiscal, I need that love, hundreds in dubs
Where the weed at? I need that [bad word]  cause I'm addicted to it
Rhyme-boxes start spittin' fluid
When y'all do it, seem don't nobody listen to it
Love from Philly all the way to kids in Munich
Germany, I murder beats and add the difference to it
Word to Pazienza, smack your men's up, crack your limbs up
And leave you [bad word] up like a Latin's liver

 [bad word]  x2]
So listen up
They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement
You know we in the place with the guns in our waist
Step through the door, tore the [bad word] off the hinges

[Planetary]
This is the start of you dyin', Plan' spit with the heart of a lion
The belt of Orion wrapped around your neck with the iron
Pointed at your [bad word] #39; chest, [bad word] niggaz is cryin'
I'ma reef the lost cause and we causin' the violence
We causin' the murder that causin' niggaz carryin' burners
We the cause and effect of life, it's hard to observe us
You don't understand, we got the upper-hand spittin'
First you need to over-stand, you soft like under-hand pitchin'
You could tell I'm a Pun fan when I'm spittin'
Rapper like me are hard [bad word] by like coppin' Summer Jam tickets
You need to focus before you think or approach us
You scream "player" dog, we the coaches
Too ferocious, bo-guarded, every moment is precious
You niggaz is co-starrin', we the stars of this epic
Unveilin' the secret is more than fairy tales when we preachin'
This that '94 Boom Bap [bad word] that we teachin'

 [bad word] 

[Vinnie Paz]
Cut your head off, guillotine, Henry VIII style
Y'all remindin' me of Cheddar Bob in 8 Mile
I wanna see everybody in the place wild
Anybody move, buck 'em in they face "Blaow!"
I stay bent daddy night and day
Show 'em that I care when I send kites to Jay
It ain't nice, but it's right to say
It's real, when the cat gone, mice will play
It's ice today, but tomorrow you breathless
My team is on the same [bad word] like collaborative efforts
We grab at your necklace, there's no other way
We bring it back to the East like we brother Jay
Any [bad word] #39; day, you [bad word] see us
North, South, West Philly, you don't wanna meet us
We some wild Puerto Ricans, Italians, Morenos
 [bad word] it! Let they brains blow

 [bad word] 

[Outro]
They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement
They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement
They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement
They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement