Hold me down ya'll Smitty, yo that Smitty right there Ohh sh** they murked Smitty, yo, get up Ohh sh**, yo, n***as murked Smitty Staten Africa, put your hands up The wrath of God through a deadly mic, I bring life Touch the blind and bring sight to 'em k**a Bees on the swarm I get Devils to fight through 'em Staten Africa, it's no turning back, it's a ma**acre Fire and Brim Stone, Ja Rule Thirty-six chambers of bangers unite for the fight Get your mind right, the armor of God crush your phasod Allah Ho Akbar, hit you real hard, snow flakes the size of ice balls Graffiti on the walls like hieroglyphics, time ticks Nobody know the hour, God cipher Divine, fetal through the lines Knowledge of signs, chaos of the world, famine and pestilence Burn an incense, it's intense, we found the evidence And finger prints on the army tents, U.F.O.'s in the conference To guard my circumference, spear forcefully Watch out, spies in your house, yo you best get out Come on, uhh, this one is like a fresh salad (Shaolin shadow boxing, if what you say is true The Shaolin could be dangerous) To all of my dun-duns I don't like to bend my knees, I spit metaphors and similes Against wars, rims, and Bentley's, and although they do tempt me Still I practice self and represent what is left Of the truest E-M-C-E-E I don't look down my nose, I never mug, frown, or pose I just take control of the dispersed black soul Then co*k back let it go, didn't re-cop at a store Just let it bang, spit the slang, never let these n***as know In a freeze I go face, even when the world got me dazed I show face And never would I ask for your praise, I'm too humble and soo shy But never take my kindness for weakness I'm still rep'n South Side til I die Cross my heart and swear to live, I gotta do it for the kids And the greatest of all time and don't know what time it is I use thirty-six chambers to wake em up Labody and Cappadonna slap you with nunchucks like pssshh