[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

It’s Ill Bill the abominable, I’m sicker than vomit in food
 Osama Bin Laden of goons, you’re all mine to abuse
 You don’t overstand me, homie, you not in my shoes
 You not built for these weapons I use
 The most focused, La Coka Nostra overthrow culture
 Murder monarchs, overdosage of my murder mosh parts
 Hard like hitting cars with bazookas
 Been the future, [bad word] manoeuvres confusing to the usual consumers
 Who you fooling? The people are restless
 You’re like a Judas Priest molester being castrated screaming for vengeance
 At the cathedral bleeding appendages rendered offensive
 Medical attention denied, you bled and you died
 Nowadays kids pose on the front page of the newspaper
 Holding automatic assault rifles
 We’ll send you to God, we’re all lifers
 Contradictory at times we all devils and we all righteous

 [bad word]  Everlast x 2]

Hey young world, streets are cold
 They’re washed in blood, not paved in gold
 Once they get a grip can’t break your hold
 walk with the devil can’t save your soul

[Verse 2: Tha Rockness Monstah]

You’ll be everywhere like air
 Every year you should see me
 Industry in the streets, anywhere but your TV
 This little attempted murder case couldn’t keep me
 I still be overseas like Blood graffiti
 Put a Decept to death, don’t get it twisted
 ? cause I look so good in it, go get your biscuit, [bad word] 
 If you don’t like it or love it, ain’t gotta like it, I love it
 We can fight, I like punching you niggas’ lights out in public
 The sight of a lot of your blood’s like a stop sign
 And when I’m done I’m like, “Ugh, [bad word] up my Nike Ones.”
 It’s Mr. Monster, Mad Rocco, pop toast
 Pop ex and finger pop hoes at the same time, homes
 Worldwide bootcampian champion
 Mac 4s branch in charge of them cannons
 ? St. hands that are blamming and training the animals with the flammables
 While y’all niggas all romantical [bad word] 

 [bad word] x 2]

[Verse 3: Slaine]

In the cauldron of chaos and violence I’m conditioned with this vicious habit
 Broken dishes, liquor bottles in my kitchen cabinet
 Empty baggies, pill residue, prescription plastic
 You’re witnessing the withdrawal of a twitching addict
 These streets is like a twisted labyrinth
 I’m dripping liquid in the glass, pour it from the bottom of a fifth of Havoc
 In the midst of madness I switched it and spat it
 ? paper dripping and lyrics scrawled cryptic and scattered
 I write, I’m alright, it’s just savage, hustling and switching rackets
 So I can stay a step ahead of all you snitching maggots
 Of course I’m shooting to live rich and lavish
 But your outfit ain’t about [bad word]  we’re cut from a different fabric
 The sin is addict, it’s cinematic, I been erratic
 Since I heard the corner call and went and had a glimpse
 I hopped the fence and hit the [bad word] when I fell
 Now I dwell in purgatory just a block away from [bad word] 

 [bad word] x 2]

[Verse 4: Sean Price]

I keep fighting war, I keep writing raw
 Keep classic [bad word] updated, Street Fighter 4
 You a sucker for love that keep wife and whores
 Drive an Acura Integra, so ‘94
 I’m so shiny boy you can look at the watch
 Don’t look too long duke, you might get shot
 Gun blast, [bad word] your bones
 Shoot a guy in a suit and tie, [bad word]  I am Brother Mouzone
 Ain’t nobody [bad word] with mine
 David Patterson can’t see so you know we rob the government blind
 Stuck in the grind, niggas still hustling dimes
 Hustling [bad word] get you stuck for your shine
 [bad word] is prime, you are a thing of the past
 Leader of the new school, I did my thing in the class,