[Madchild:]
Who raised by wolves, trained by gorillas
Caged fighters, gangstas and killers,
Skateboard kids, successful [bad word] dealers,
Pro snowboarders, and bikers they all feel us.
I guess its the [bad word] that flows in [bad word] with my sons of death we all winners.
All got fight in our blood, we go-getters.
Something out there that we want, we wont let up.
Battle axe warriors, we armed to the teeth,
And I'm a little monster, a conquering beast.
White rabbit, black sabbath, bad habits.
My girl's in love with a thug, and a [bad word] addict.
Slow evil, back to my high,
Til I poison the oceans, and blacken the sky.
No need being born, horns and wings,
Torn between good, and doing very bad things.
We the underground force protectors,
You don't want to [bad word] around with the corpse collectors.
My partner, Mr. Cloak'n'Dagger.
Im the blazin' angel, known for raisin [bad word] 
And we don't plan on changin'.
 [bad word] ]
New breed, full blooded thoroughbreds.
Organized, don't kill without the go-ahead.
Wanna step to my crew? Go ahead.
Once its on, wont stop til we know ya dead.
Street soldiers, you don't want to enter my circle,
Theres hundreds of thunderous tempers.
New breed, full blooded thoroughbreds.
Once its on, wont stop til we know ya dead.

[Prevail:]
Out the mouth of [bad word] these [bad word] words,
Swollen Members will emerge, converge, and over take.
Approach those who make promises they don't intend to keep.

Inferno rise up, but my beliefs, the miracle on earth,
Some will experience, all will see.
I appear in locations, (where) carefully selected.
Prepare for our music as rare as Led Zepplin. (Right)
Were graceful as sharks, when we hunt our profession. (Let 'em know)
You get the bull if you mess with the horns.
You should told your homie, theres a lesson for em. (Tell ya boy)
Be impressed with my storm, it conform from the shoreline,
In wartime it gathers more strength, full of lust. (Yeah)
More like, my goal. Mine shines as bright as prophecy,
Fulfilled by my steel will, and ironfist of M.A.D.
The grand inquisitors, beyond all walls and perimeters
The laws of the land cant limit us. (naw)
 [bad word] ]
New breed, full blooded thoroughbreds.
Organized, don't kill without the go-ahead.
Wanna step to my crew? Go ahead.
Once its on, wont stop til we know ya dead.
Street soldiers, you don't want to enter my circle,
Theres hundreds of thunderous tempers.
New breed, full blooded thoroughbreds.
Once its on, wont stop til we know ya dead.

[Prevail:]
My first spirit dance with the strength of a tribal chief,
Deeper then a dead mans chest, there is no rivalry.
We survive time, while we build our crew lethally.
We are the word on the street, yet sworn to secrecy.
Basements, nightclubs, fight clubs, alleyways,
Our people are well prepared, there all waiting for the day, (it's here)
Where they can proudly say "we fought for a reason".
Everyone in black bandanas pledging allegiance.