[Verse 1: (Prodigy)]
You's a notebook crook, with loose leaf beef
A backseat criminal that pa** the heat
To somebody that blast the heat
Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street?
A villain on the vinyl; an an*log outlaw
Alot of gats on your DAT, taped southpaw
You thuggin' when the mic's plugged in
Barkin' through the speakers like you got no sense
You wild on the two inch
Got your platinum plaques to prove it
Your music's been around the World movin'
And it comes right back around on the ground, don't it?
Now it's time to face your opponent
Infamous cling to this real sh**, stuck where we started at
f** that, not because we have to, I want to
I love this sh**, the raw is what I live for
To hear the sound of the crowd roar for more
To see the n***as that can't pay rush the door
Wilin' on the dancefloor
When they song come on, swingin' they fists, ready for war
But it's a different type of effect, it's not violence
They're just tranced by the advance
Tranqu'ed by the sound bank
Put under the drum, numbed off of our sh**
Now who you rockin' wit'? Them or us?
Deep love or cheap lust?, QB or bust
Infamous 'till we pa** on
You laughing at the wrong sh**, I take action
Defend my confidantes
n***a, I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of being top dog
As we move through the stage fog
I need to ba** more
So I can taste it and make ya'll go AWOL
And lose it, say no more, brace your delf, n***a it's on..
Verse 2: (Cormega)
(yo, back up yo..)
Whose tale you tellin'? Are you frail or felon?
Were you makin' sales or watchin' n***as sellin'?
You exploit n***as lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em
You never felt the moisture in the air over coke boilin'
You never felt the razor scrapin' your plate
Your hands achin' yet you keep choppin' cause there's paper to make
You never felt the power of invincibility
Clutchin' a gun like, f** it dun, it's him or me
At your best you was a hand-to-hand
No more than three grams
What the f** you know about a ki', man?
You never hustled
Lets get it right, my n***a Y would've stuck you
Stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen
What you tryin' to do? Help the guys in blue?
Indict n***as so that can be another rhyme for you?
You a parasite, you never had a life
So you throw other n***as lives in your pad at night
It's clever when you write it
Spoken well for a dude who never been indicted
You know the deal mothaf**a, the real make the fake n***as kneel
And lose appetites when you taste n***as steel
My rhymes are what it takes to get a deal and make it real
I'm like Big, you can't replace the sk**, I laced it ill
Like c**aine in Scarface's grill
Your mothaf**in' flow is basic, chill
I'm Cormega, raw forever
Y'all n***as know my steez, I'm reppin' for Queens
You minor league
I'm big time like Mark McGwire's team
Your whole team is p**y, when I squeeze, vaginas bleed
My lyrics stay official
I bagged up coke on dishes made of crystal
Your n***as, they won't miss you
My nickel-plated pistol got sixteen shots, you can take 'em with you
To the coffin or DA's office
Surgery, nurses screamin', "We lost him!"
Life suddenly divorced him
f** it, it cost him
If you want beef, say no more
Brace your self, n***a it's on, we spray Four-Fours, b**h!
[Production by Havoc]