[Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Yeah, big blimps, k**er pimps, drug dealers science Clients, militant pen, equivalent gun fire for hire Slugs thru ya papaya, fire, run up in your tire And snatch china from your vagina, roll like a tire I'm on the move again like a fugitive Slippery like a lubricant, my gun come with a duplicate Plus boo I shoot from the hip, like the duke in the flix The coup is a six high feel the sit on the stupidness If I don't toot my own horn, if it's not me then who is The street is in need of my g-influence, put a g into rent Feed you a tin, then let my people's in Spin your vehicle with the eagle in, get in the regal with the evil grim Get medieval in, bring needle in, flee in the red El Camino in Wet your silhouette, left your pillow wet Where them k**ers at, spray the milli mac, jack your beaver hat … mars priest [Verse 2: k**a Priest] I wrestle with devils, had scuffles with gods Play chess with d**h while demons have shuffled up cards I flirt it with murder he observe to puff the cigars Flash back to all my peoples out there hustling hard Spot them one talking to a sarge, ask how much for the job I have them stuffed in the yard, I'll struck behind bars Ya ain't peoples that was weedy past you dustin' your car Have you tied in the cellar, while he's up in your broad Secret society, bravery is giving me anxiety Brings out the side of me, turns my hair white My eyes fiery, names of dead back leaders you see I hate diaries Markin' in the scope off the balcony Same bullets make Malcolm bleed Too much truth can make your album see Reality, a lot of mc's are cowardly Priest's a writer, I put fire and hot brimstones On verses that curses GZA, to Rakim's throne Big Daddy Kane forever reign supreme over nearly everyone Heaven son, Thresh to come, guards gun slinger Program the beat, with just one finger Wanna win a thousand alliances One of the triumphs, the plan is to lying land of the Mayans standard design From liquid swords to solid arrows, priest is the pharaoh On marble floors, increasing apparel