[Intro: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega]
Vordul Mega: Mmm. We in here. Yeah
C-Rayz Walz: Metal Gear Yung Havok seen raw
[Verse 1: Vordul Mega]
From hard times, write lines for ones we lost
Monstrous, full of kids with pagers and gold crosses
Living without a pot to piss in
Coming out of cribs to live in obstacles of hard decisions
Tired of hoping and wishing. Witness
Brothers make a living pushing cokes out the kitchen
Though we suffered watching each other
In and out of institutions, losing our shahada
While girls complaining they dudes ain't
Copping ‘em Prada, me and mine stay drummers
Puffing L's late nights with hunger
In front of Mama Fry, munching on chicken
And peach cobblers. Times when I was in and out
Of dungeons for dolos. No fears of getting robbed
Even though we know anything could happen
My folks telling me I need to make changes
Like, “It's best to sticks to the rapping”
So I'm over here, snapping my fingers
To keep to beats. Flowing over instrumental
Tracks and still got love for streets
[Hook: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega] (x2)
Who want to jump quick? Yo, how high?
How high? Do or die? Who am I?
Brothers is doing ‘em. Who is him?
We Mega, street repping
[Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz]
Ready to pump CDs. Not for
The ice—just to keep produce up in the freezer
Fire it up in the clubs. People keep
Filling their cups like they drinking for Jesus (How high?)
Be fly ‘til I turn to a bird
Same way these thoughts turn into word (Justice)
I'm just nice, roll with brothers that's just ice
Hungry for a week deep, eating smushed rice
Mind straight pull strings violent, pimp you without [?]
A Puerto Rican m**m, I've been aquí
You could take it as left wig or right hair/here
Never fight fair, fresh like a new pair... got you
Study discipline at the master's pace (Yo, who want
To jump quick?). Drop some water or slash your face
The Trinity of street humor and spiritual fact
Politically charged statements with rhythm on wax
[Hook: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega] (x2)
Who want to jump quick? Yo, how high?
How high? Do or die? Who am I?
Brothers is doing ‘em. Who is him?
We Mega, street repping
[Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega]
[C-Rayz Walz]
Caught up in the cultivation, close sensation
Of cultured patience, coping to coach a nation of mad souls
In the Year of the Beast, I'm ten-deep in the street repping
Holding my head like a weapon concealed—I'm a mad soul
New York needs a coat this winter. Cold-hearted pigs
Get bacon trying to poke my ninjas. Po-lices
Is trifest in crisis. We writing the slaughter
Sort of sicker than mixing liquor with Vitamin Water
Horror at your fetus. Holler back if you a genius
Ayatollah sees the truth ‘cause they believe us. In the crowd
With heaters, remove the shroud. The vow-keeper
Switch styles. Fouls astound seekers. Prowl
Profound teachers, I was eager. I mean...
[Vordul Mega]
I learned a lot coming out of burning blocks
Time to turn the clock forward to better ways
Of getting paid. Days when everything [?]
[?] got to change ‘cause the grains
Of sands accumulating quickly at the bottom
And the pain is getting out of hands
Now I got to stand on my two and pay dues
[Hook: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega] (x2)
Who want to jump quick? Yo, how high?
How high? Do or die? Who am I?
Brothers is doing ‘em. Who is him?
We Mega, street repping