[Sample] The Flying Dutchman Ay, 'tis the phantom ship that forebodes doom [Intro: Lex Starwind] Yeah, motherf**ers, Flying Dutchmen Lex Starwind, Jon Murdock, Cappadonna, the don of mic Helium flash, star mode, apparent brightness, motherf**er Ha, we shine brighter [Verse 1: Lex Starwind] You f**ing with the hand of God, destruction's right arm Flying Dutchmen, pressurize, we brew a slight storm 48 volt power inversion, turn this mic on Get your HD cameras, Canons and Nikons Televise tellin' lies, tell the truth Till there's demons telling lies to the youth Did the wolves in the den got his eyes on the coupe? Did the troops and the Feds got they eyes over you? Demonize for the proof Black magic, acid rain dance, FIFA dream trance Continental wing to wing feather span, the enhanced Biometric, through the fire wire, pyrotechnic The way the God sound through the mic when projected Well protected method, Vanderslice craft perfected Sound waves contract, expand, enhance when reflected The audio acoustic substance viscus elusive Trained for years for this sh** we producin' Upper echelon pantheons what we standin' on Compared to Fisher-Price soundtracks and them candy songs I'm never right, but I can't be wrong So how the f** I'm 'sposed to eat, feed my family, dog? I'm straight hungry, concrete Congo iron monkey Tryna see my problems thin when my pockets get chunky Glock'll click, pockets rip, blocka hit lovely Jump and flip, hop and skip, got to get money [Verse 2: Jon Murdock] Guard your face, force the ox, box unorthodox I caught a shot, you f*ggots call the cops or you call your pops No respect, f** him too, we chase him down Rip him out of his Cadillac then mace the clown Battle ax him, move like Action Jackson Back smack him, hack him in his back, make him back spin Your moms rush to his rescue? We smack her too All because you rhyme wack just like Maganoo We hate rappers that get promoted but can't spit We rob rappers at they show for they bracelet We run circles around your favorite rap star And make him think, what the f** he even rap for 'Cause many people, thinking they bigger than Vinny Diesel Until they hear him spit once and say, "That kid is lethal" But they'll never get signed to a major label They're too Hip-Hop, commercial rap is what'll pay you Let me tell you something, none of y'all can f** with this So you can scratch that right off your bucket list You f*ggot weak sauce MCs could s** a dick But you look gay, so you probably love this sh** I had a dream about f**ing Shakira in front of a mirror Sipping a beer with ice, no f**s, without a care in the world f**in' it, s**in' it, huggin' it, rubbin' it, lovin' it We on some other sh**, hoverin' out of the mother ship Drive and find you, Columbine you, silent nine you If you can't find your God, then Jon'll find you [Verse 3: Cappadonna] There's a right and a wrong way to love somebody You gotta dead your enemies, burn them with the shotty Never let the evil ones take away your spirit Fire, have it burn them, smash them with the lyrics Someone blocked your blessings, the righteous don't fear this Jah keeping ya sane, stay unified Mind the TEC mine, black Devils can't hide Never date a harlot 'cause I'm never on your side Can't trust the Pharisees, they base it upon lies Befriend your friends, form alliance with your enemies [?] come around, tryna s** up all your energies Flying Dutchmen, we escaping all the penalties Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind, dark ministries Father Cappadonna, yeah, we move like centipedes Never falling victim to the love and them hate degrees Maintaining our status, Wu-Tang, what, k**a Bees