[Verse 1 - Stage One] 
They call me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are squinted 
Child of the 70s and the 80s was in it 
Lost the first homeboy in the 9-0 and liable 
To get the gun buckin at 5-0, I'm tribal 
I'm from a place where the *niggas* are jelly 
And pretend to be your friend and put one your belly 
And you can keep on yelling, the cops [bad word] 
You want beef, we got burgers and then some 
We from the era when we learned on our own [bad word] wild in the streets with both parents at home 
Kind of hard to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up 
Taggin on the walls taught wars and getting chewed up 

[Verse 2 - St. Paul Slim] 
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune 
By taking small things and blowing em out of proportion 
Using sarcasm as my second language 
Look mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant 
You say you write your best rhymes when you high 
I say I write my best rhymes cause I'm fly 
This is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota nice 
If you want my CD I will give you special price 
Haha, take [bad word] s advice 
St. Paul Slim the best homie, none of its hype 
So please lil [bad word]  keep your mouth closed 
'Fore your momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold" 

[Verse 3 - Muja Messiah] 
You could tell I'm focused by the look in my eye 
You could see I'm dirty by how clean my kicks is 
You know I tell the [bad word]  I got no reason to lie 
Hey, like I tell my chicks "You ain't got a lotta kick it" 
All I'm trynna do is get a piece of the pie 
And turn these bricks into a legit business  [bad word] along and go home to your wives 
And leave me and Slug here to play with these [bad word] 
You know I spit the sickest sickness since syphilis 
Mixed with malaria, [bad word] it, the more the merrier 
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your area 
Muja Messiah uh huh, hello America 

[Verse 4 - YZ] 
Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo what the [bad word] is new? 
I'm back wit Atmos and the crew 
To do this you need style, I thought you knew 
It's not a diss, yo it's just my point of view 
Maybe if I turn sideways, y'all *niggas* will 
Throw lyrics my way instead of the highway 
Now getting ran over by cars and Land Rovers 
We starred, you sub par, maybe send your man over 
Pardon, you gon' step to this 
Spit phat, not anorexic [bad word] [bad word] stacked boy, it ain't no need to go there 
I knock rappers out, y'all scratch and pull hair 

[Verse 5 - Brother Ali] 
I hustle hard for the love of god 
My life has been the biggest [bad word] for the bloody start 
I knuckle up and throw the hands of my thug at heart 
So when the [bad word] hit the fan I [bad word] apart, I breathe and [bad word] it off 
Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big brothers 
Catch is here to turn king to wrist cutters 
Just [bad word] it ain't no regular [bad word] 
That's a polite [bad word] and a sensitive pimp 
You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac 
Church mosque, have a knack 
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers don't know how to act 
Remove em all from my sight like a cataract 
Poof! It's a magic act 

[Verse 6 - Toki Wright] 
Walk over beats like DMC, three stripes 
Leaver be three strikes, visa need three swipes 
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts [bad word] dandruff 
Mobile phones, suited loan, courted blown pampers 
Chilling at the party in B-Boy stance 
And they looking at me funny, why? Cause they can't dance 
So I'm cutting up and shutting up, I'm buttercup but just enough 
To lean on top of this metropolis with binoculars 
Walk like a pimp, think like a Macintosh 
Battle scars, also trynna figure out your avatar 
Leave the cameras on, told ya partner that he can't perform 
Brought a torch to burn the building, he think I'ma hand it to him 

[Verse 7 - Blueprint] 
Yeah, yeah, I solemn