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