I be walkin' God like a dog my narrative fearless Word War returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris Like steel from a furnace, I was born landless
new found I chalk the new sound, I bop like Teddy Charles was burning When I excuse on excursions Arriving at the doors of mind shores of seas Burnt
dimension Competition cringes They couldn't get open if they came equipped with hinges Addicted to dope injected by swollen syringes This flame thrower singes and burns
seagulls, swings over the eagles Soars over the cathedral built durin' the medieval Shall remain in the ordained Byzantine Empire Take you higher one stage is a mass
career, it's over All you wack MC's it's over (Finish 'em up) Finish 'em up The blast, burns back into elements Development of gas around the mass of
(Verse 1: U-God) Thanks for the rap action pack satisfaction Snatch over match kiss the grand dragon I'm tramplin the mass riddin head champion Back draft
The fire?s imminent, pollution gathering dust particles Funneling through smokestacks Airwaves, bandwidth, disinformation tube fed Check the labels, delete the virus, alert the masses
leave you alone Yo, so what you searchin' for? From birth born hurtin' and yearnin' for certain somethings Lurkin' and murk 'em, got them turnin' this bed into a coffin Burning
ass How we do it LB fam style C'mon, uh, yeah, uh, what (Lost Boyz now, OK, alright, OK, alright, OK, OK, alright) (Cheeks) Many mistakes made, masses
shots Saw me in the drop, 3 in the corner Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter Old school, new school need to learn though I burn, baby, burn like Disco Inferno Burn
' down like the sun I felt rotten To the core, was at war 'cause the enemy is plottin' I hear him knockin', sayin' that we got him Hot like solar, he wanna burn
of the better bred Know you're thinkin' I'm gonna be I got the remedy to turn you out I got the fiery styles that'll burn you out If you don't learn
that chick Linda Blair I'm the Exorcist, niggaz don't know when they exit is But I keep a K that cause a mass exo-dus You don't want no problems, problems
saw it all fall apart in a mass hit. telephoned right before the heart quit, and we just stare. control's not enough, your lives aren't enough, cold poison
hungry Apartment 223, I'm very hungry Apartment 223 with body parts under my bed Cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin leather coat I chant while candles burn
nest of thieves I get down on my knees And beg God to forgive my sins Back at it again Raise up like Attica did Shift down 4th to 5th, and burn like an
wona??t stop Lock down your blocks lets flood the streets Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z Motherf***** Ia??m Made for the masses, chromed
their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields are bodies burning As