What you know about that fallin, fallin Babylon this so called great dead, wait, Dread bout to update the d**h rate in one take, Make no mistake we the real deala, The radical natural born wig-splitter. Gonna getcha, with the style that make your soul holla. More drama, though when droppin the sure-shot, I rock it steady, be ready till the track is diminished And when the die goes belly up consider it finished Sounds like it's war to me, Peace, Love, and causalities