*Into*
Yeah [bad word] on!
Underground legends, yeah
Yeah! Army of the mother [bad word]  Pharoahs!
And what I'm saying, independent
Warriors taking over the game
And I'm sayin' it time for y'all to lay down
And I'm sayin' we back. It's been too long
And I'm sayin', the deer hunter is here

*Verse 1* - Chief Kamachi
Ain't no need to know my ethno', 'cause world wide is where my respect go
My flow is multi-spectral, like I'm space spaced on LSD
Entranced state dancing techno, tellin' y'all haters to let go
It's enough beef, but be vegetarian: observe the spiritual laws
Purify your channels and clearly hear your flaws
So I won't have to convince you
That you wack and shouldn't be here at all
Kamachi's dissin' that I hear it all
And see [bad word] from your squad,
Screamin' that "I wasn't there wit y'all"
I start wars with the toungue like it's a [bad word] arm
Talk with that Thesbian charm
And you can let your stereos amp this, it's the old english
Pamphlets of a hoodlum hamlet
Or the literary FBI cameras, candid daddy
Yeah!(Ha ha ha ha)
This [bad word] is child's play man
 [bad word] x2*
Don't let your life be the aim of pure misery
Don't let this knife keep your frame on floor, shivering
This pain and strife can no longer exist to me
Don't be the cause of an unsolved mystery

*Verse 2* - King Syze
I'm an assault author
Shockin' vaults mixin' water disturbin' the law and order
When I'm broiling for the future, we dem better kids
Rap flows throughout my heritage
And let it live you reppin' [bad word] where's the evidence?
All I see, and hear, is poison to my ears
I kill a track, choke-slam this man
And let the sample live another day
save it for another chase, hunt it down with my brothers outer space [bad word] in my careers, bent up anger
I'm 'bout to leave these raps alone and load bangers
It's just the words from a slave rapper
Tryin' to bring the game back, talkin to the same master
I'm takin' a stand, my [bad word] expands
Beyond makin a band that talks and storm upon forsaken lands
So when approach, bring your best [bad word] wit you
When I break it down you can take the rest with you, word
 [bad word] x2*
Don't let your life be the aim of pure misery
Don't let this knife keep your frame on floor, shivering
This pain and strife can no longer exist to me
Don't be the cause of an unsolved mystery

*Verse 3* - Vinnie Paz
Yeah this is of cause death
We murkin everybody, caught his neck
This is raw literature, pure as Ghandi's flesh
Palm to your chest, let your breath cave in
heart attack that bring the horror back, wes cravin'
It make no sense waitin, the teams risen
Like Pakistan and India liberated by Britain
We got rid of dead weight division sharp and cleaner
Like the assasination attempt at Cartagena
We like a zombie feature, cause it ain't often sweet
And it ain't nobody [bad word]  with us on the street
We re-inventin the wheel cousin, the cycle dead
We push the rock and we bock like we Michael Redd
I gave you life instead, gave you rights and bread
I think it's time that I separate the disciple head
That's probably the only thing that can calm me
Vinnie Pazienza it's the mother [bad word]  Army
 [bad word] x2* -
Don't let your life be the aim of pure misery
Don't let this knife keep your frame on floor, shivering
This pain and strife can no longer exist to me
Don't be the cause of an unsolved mystery