[Intro]
Whattup man?
Slaine in this [bad word] joint right now
Take this [bad word] all the way around the [bad word] world man
Ha ha ha, c'mon man you know what time it is
When you hear me on some [bad word] #33;
It goes like this...
{*"Ghetto landscapes" [bad word] }
{*"Where man is determined by how much a man make"*}
Turn the whole [bad word] up in my headphones man
Overall volume, all the way up!
I'm deaf as a [bad word] 
Yeah I'm deaf [bad word] ! But I'm DEF too
Check me out man, yo

[Verse 1:Slaine]
From Roslindaley to Philly to anywhere on the map really
I been spittin real raps like a [bad word] 
Clappin with the Mac milli, what's happenin is I'm actually
Stackin strictly re-enactin life graphically
I've been challengin these cats [bad word] and ask with me
If they can but they can't cause I'm that shifty
My army is too large, my conscience been drownin
I dumped his [bad word] in the [bad word] lake, he never been found
And I've been down and out, rose out of my own ashes
The rest of youse is stupid as dogs sniffin your own asses
When I was grown I seen holmes makin his own acid
Sniffin coke with different folks, [bad word] home plastered
I seen suicides, overdoses, and chrome blasted
I warred with people who wanted me in my own casket
I made it out alive in stereo to stare at you
The Dimock to seven figures right here in America
[Hook: [bad word] samples]
"Ghetto landscapes"
"Where a man is determined by how much a man make"

Yeah... yeah
Slaine-y whattup?
Paz man, yeah

[Verse2: Reef The Lost Cauze]
Lost Cauze lyrical leviathan, literally leave your limbs
Littered laying in the lion's den, lying men
Make we want to fire ten into their spine and limbs
Buy them a [bad word] heart - you got beef? Then don't deny it then
 [bad word] a fair one, air gun share some
The mac make a fat [bad word] leap like Air Pun
God rest the dead but God bless your head (no homo)
And my dojo is calm, breath, and lead
I sit in a dank basement, blowin bank statements
On a dank fragrance, plannin my next invasion
Like Slaine in "The Town" flick, quick as a hundred rounds spit
You [bad word] [bad word] cats, I'm a hundred pound pit
Astoundin, rockin a hoodie make of hound's skin
My balls - your broad loves her lips around them
[bad word] say he ain't [bad word] with me? He a clown then
And you should kill yourself for even hangin around him

[Hook]

Yeah, one two
Slaine whattup cuz-o?
[Verse3:Vinnie Paz]
I rose above everything they threw at the kid
Pops dead, no [bad word] bread, doin a bid
I had a choice I could rhyme or put two in your wig
Cause an option for me was never pursuin a gig
Yeah, I made demos they spit in my face, begin again
I started having reservations like an Indian
I'm a man of God but I started to sin again
Cause [bad word] were sleepin on me like lithium
It's a lot of years later, I'm still nice with the hands
I'm a [bad word] to my people, but I'm nice to the fans
Some other rappers talk [bad word] but they rightfully stand
Dig in the same [bad word] place where they rightfully stand
Me and Slaine been around the [bad word] world together
Drinkin bottles, sniffin sum'n, [bad word] girls together
And the objective is to take over the world together
And the objective is to take over the world together
Yeah

[Hook]