Verse 1_
Unplug mics when I clutch mics with firm grips like Man handshakes
Im flooding every entrance – violate MCs like gan rapes!
Ben buggin’ on a sentence, crushing ants under the World’s pen-weight –
Dead weights get ate like steaks!
On the plates of Illuminati mandates – I’m an opposition factor
Not a pot to piss in, but a clling – like ghetto obstetrician doctors –
The wrath of a Spawn king is delivered,
My bones jostling in my coffin casket when I’m dead, crawling with maggots!
My clone offspring I’ll leave to do the job of beheading faggots –
Tossed in the river, coughing with shivers!
Lost in the currents of currency shifters – we’re in a State of Emergency
And the terminal cost is indifference!
My flows were born incurable – illest kid in the incubator cubicle
With a future full of promise and a rout to microphonics
Mom dukes got no loot, but I could rock shit –
And school you for some steady profit – or at least a roof over my head!
But don’t confuse – who wouldn’t rather choose than beg,
Running free with no wooden leg – oozing red!

Refrain_
We’re on the frontline when its crunch time
and got no room for pop bafoons with monkey rhymes
It’s for my soldiers and home-growers –
this time we play out these jokers like the cards are mine!

Verse 2_
Now come get your lips bent out of shape trying too hard to bite this
Like stenographers fingers may hurt first day on the job, typing!
Dictations of an auctioneer’s eye-witness accounts in court appearance –
I’d spit this shit on account of all the tearless!
No warm endearments for a mental crippler sent to snitch –
This is no bitch-singing rap, or rented mistress swinger act!
Its all for real like awful feelings feel in criminal cats,
Subliminals that come alive like Cinemax!
And Black Thought the accapella shit I do is so phat
I get new gym shoes in every track I run – plus every lap!
My MC tag be Kaptin – so don’t wear my joint out like gout,
I’m a bit too ill to catch twice!
Roughing it like mic boy scouts with no pouch, no bag to sleep in –
So we’re only napping on the weekends!
And open cats with raps like leaky taps drip, splash-splish with topics
Til you so wet you get galoshes!
Then I close career options like Farah Faucet’s –
You had the talent by habit and fair-and-square you lost it!
You need some more work ethic – some more purpose and method
Before eve steeping to war with these self-determined peasants!

Refrain_
We’re on the frontline when its crunch time
and got no room for pop bafoons with monkey rhymes
It’s for my soldiers and home-growers –
this time we play out these jokers like the cards are mine!