[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Too many Indians and no Chiefs
I pull out the pistol when I promote peace
I'm the blueprint
I have your clothes lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the Vulcan touch
I tell my [bad word] I'mma give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
Too many enemies and no killers
Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers
I get stacks (stacks)
I blam hard with the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist wrap
I spit crack for y'all niggas to get dope
Y'all gotta wait for the Transporter to get back
So who's the illest - what you talkin 'bout
Die Hard like you [bad word] Willis when I shoot to kill it
Too many hood guys, not enough good guys
The way you say [bad word] in plural, is puss-i
I don't be [bad word]  around on that microphone
When I'm kickin' them flows on that microphone
The illest [bad word] that's holdin' that microphone
I put my heart and my soul in that microphone
I put it down on that (microphone)
Turn up the [bad word]  sound on that microphone

[Verse 2 - Crooked I]
But turn it down if you weak on that microphone
Lame niggas shouldn't speak on that microphone
My ultrasounds show me holdin' a microphone
That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone
Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone
Like James Brown I'mma die on the microphone
Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone
They on the same [bad word] that Mike was on
You're lookin' at the unseen, listenin' to the unheard
I kill your career with one word, Slaughterhouse
You're verbally flirtin' with murder, you got some nerve
I lift your skirt like a young perv - knock 'em out
We the mob, homie who need a job
Plus I'm so fly tell Derek Fisher I need a lob
Too many in this industry I need to rob
And if eatin niggas made you obese, I be The Blob [bad word] props, [bad word] this a different conquest
Listener's hear me spit and think it's a [bad word]  contest
I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me
They better off usin a fishin pole to reel in the Lock Ness
Yes! I got a barrel that'll spot wussies
If you are what you eat, [bad word] I'm not [bad word] 
[Verse 3 - Joell Ortiz]
You lil' niggas [bad word] off that microphone
I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone
Don't even bother, you'll be done on that microphone
I turn a father to a son on that microphone
I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone
And tell The Source I don't need no microphone
Too many critics tend to be silly
Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies
I get it poppin' like a nine milli
Now I'm havin' a whale of a good time, I'm a Free Willy
Y'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really
Fans, who their man, I'm they quick pick easily
None of you kids spit evenly
You body my verse is like a thick [bad word] leavin' me
Ha ha, too many fantasies and no fame
Too many claimin' insanity and they so sane
Less than whack Scooby Snack lack flow game
Rappers everything I do be that crack cocaine
Your career is doobie wraps, slap Joe name
In any one of them verses say hello to the hearses
Too many monkey see, monkey doers
I slaughter pigs on my tail like Punky Brewster

[Verse 4 - Joe Budden]
Niggas know I get it in on that microphone
Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone
I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone
pioneer, I set trends on that microphone
Decide who you wan' be on that microphone
I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones
Too many 20 milligram Vic's I'm on
Killed the web, it don't matter what site you on
Say his mouth [bad word]  off