[ 1: Slug ] I dictate while MC's lactate Can't wait for me to smack ( ?greats? ) and fuck em till my sack stand still with a little bit of spittle Drippin off the of they lips tryin to light a cigarette And I'ma em all choke on my vomit Took apart, shook up they heart, they on it And I promise, if you could hide this monster You'd quick tryin to ride on my divide and gotta die 'fore the dumb realize Not can fly, most don't have wings Keep takin a nap, wear a for a cap Or get the off the lap before you lose everything I spit while the villagers babble Slice deep, pull, peel, and let the unravel We're here to scrape off a layer of your So we can see a bitch is really made of
[ 2: Brother Ali ] I off in your hoola-hoop cypher with my eyes all aglow Walkin tall to make your half moon whole You don't need to get to the bathroom flo' Cause I don't think your shit is flavor - the rats do, You and your bitch buddies think you're Thelma & Louise Cause you got a drum machine and you (throw to the breeze) You to respect a fuckin legend when he breathes you get a K-Swiss logo embedded in your knees Shock the body-body, the consciousness the imagination, box your esophagus The paradime, you stepped past the And I you why the masterminds have got a fuckin axe to grind magician like David Blaine with these songs Crip-walkin through your corridor with metal cleats on got the weed smoke, Ant got the beats broke And your fuckin eyebrows grow back, but your teeth won't
(You gonna pretty funny tryin to eat corn on a cob with no fuckin teeth)