(feat. Rock Marciano, Vordul ) 

[Casual] 
It go; gangsta-gangsta, thug, killa 
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer 
I live on the block, where dudes bust they knocks 
Ride on top of the car, they crush they rocks 
Niggaz hot in my fifths, to run from cops 
See I'm a nigga too, so I know how niggaz do 
Keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence 
You only been involved in domestic violence 
Nigga, I chase rentals with Long Islands 
Catch us in the club, doing them long, wiling 
The microphone marvelous, this Marvin Haggler 
It's so obvious, in the lobby, suave and dressed 
Where the party is? Round trip, flight to LaGuardia 
Nobody dodge, when we walk through the audience 
Dolo, with more dough to blow though 
For sure though, slide one deep in a four door 
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo 
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload 

[Tragedy Khadafi] 
Your coat can't save your soul, but I'm foe 
It's written in gold, hieroglyphic Egyptian scroll 
Streets I've been in, from the beginning I'm a legend 
Never flee up from my enemies, shots I'm sending 
Musical martyr like John Lennon, from the beginning 
Spit with a vengeance, semi-automatic weapon repping 
Calm stop, warlock like David Geffen 
Blowin' ox', like oxygen, out of my nostrils 
Seen brave men, fight for they honor and even die 
Two gorgeous divas, blowing the heaters down the ride 
To the, end of the earth, through hell, water and fire 
Queens Messiah, camouflage black attire 
Magnum opus, top five, dead or alive 
The feds focus my militants, swervin' the lotus 
Mossberg in the hostess, I write it then release it 
Then I, bless the street, giving birth to soldiers 
Rolls gold, King Tut piece, flooded with boulders 
I praise Allah, make this a lot, facing the east 
This is for them black and white babies, starving to eat, Think Differently 

[Rock Marciano] 
Poverty stricken, fried chicken, fly rhyme kicking 
Blind visions from the mind's wisdom, in this crime religion 
Niggaz listen, what I'm spitting is hard as prison 
Benches in the trenches, grym intentions, twin Doberman pinchers 
Leather trenches, lead drenches for brat endless 
Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it 
The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted 
For seven digits, it's just business, no disrespect intended 
To he who feel offended, a beat down cannot be prevented 
Big hit it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee fitted 
Switch three, be hanging niggaz, squeeze three eighty triggers 
Used to fuck my babysitters, now I whip Mercedes-Benz' 
I stand alone, cause I'm grown, for me to crush the Walkman 
Gang lover supporter, of any sort, when I'm New York 
Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo gotta go bro 
Word to JoMo, the kid in the polo, got the world in a yo-yo 
Your happy meal skills is still, no frills 
Cook ckrills, sign deals, when you see me, just kneel 
Or rocking mills, your hospital bill 
Blood from your nostril spill, it's not looking well 
When I lick off shots, the hostages yell 
Chopper fell like ox tail, your optic's swell 

[Vordul Mega] 
Ninjas with blades, raised from jungles of wolves 
In hoods, where hammers bark and the tennis spark 
Police on radar, so we stay fogged up 
Puffin' blunts, sippin' Goose, and damage 
God Damn it's hard, but still, we gettin' by like rhino's 
Ones that peel, crucified on the Earth, for guns and needles 
Nine inches, hurt, I cause stitches, build 
With Gods on track, suffering visible scars, it's hard to relax 
Ready to spaz, no weed, thirst for cash, times moving fast 
We like cheaters with masks, lighting cheeba and hash 
Tryin' to balance the steps, screaming, we need freedom 
Tired of bleeding, where ego's let out of evil 
Town is of death, no time for weakness 
Higher heights to reach, advance the concrete 
With iron feet...