[Intro: Ras Ka**]
Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my n***a?
Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Ra**y, you know
Shouts out to my n***a Wreckonize, all my MIA
[GZA]
Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast
Ahead of time, competition not even half close
Let's say, by no means, an equal value
Prematurely brought to play, I'll never allow you
To strike first, so precautions must be taken
And what's worst? When you're just fronting and faking
It's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste
And every line or word, is badly placed
Even dealing with the narrow window of time
My arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power lines
On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack a** team
That only move, at a push of a bu*ton that pull strings
Bad boys move in silence, secretly fading in
Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men
Acting like they carry the gun that k**ed Lincoln
Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston
[Ras Ka**]
Our goal is to learn y'all n***as, about this new world order
But I'm still try'nna run up in the president's daughters
He the author, ain't let the NARC's see this sparker
Stick to b**hes walls like I'm Peter Parker
The Vida Guerra sidekick hacker
Five naked pics, on the Internet jacked her
Dog, I'm not a rapper, I'm the black Dracula
Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black Acura
Homies is gat packers, rat packer
Fly n***a, I'm the Benjamin stack attractor
Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker
Epitome of nice, after Rainbo press the lacquer
And y'all n***as is the worst, like fat chicks with little tits
If your names not YKK, then get off my dick
b**h, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percenters
College kids and ex-felons feel us
I'm sick with the words, Waterproof and Liquid Swords
The world never heard this before, call me Mr. More
More money, more murder, and more spit to serve