[Redman]
  Nah nah, check this out, yo
  I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split
  the Dutch Coronas, tokin irons without permits
  Repetoire long-faced murderer's the shit
  Black Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist
  Esquire, for hire, with total rapid fire
  Supplier to any Tom Dick Jerry Maguire
  You chose the right man to get the plan executed
  I get the situation happening before you shoot it
  Flow direct-or, suprise you like guess what?
  The hotter I spit I'm trippin off smoke detectors
  Who next up to get dressed up, I don't pop
  corks I pop New York with a dot til import
  The art then the craft, will split you in half
  I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Genuine Draft
  While you push a S-Class I'm riding on a giraffe
  Uptown, naked, smoking a bag with hash, check it
  Shut your windows and lock your doors
  Whores scream louder than Berrymore when I pour
  And when me and my crew walk we walk on all fours
  Atomic Dogs, packed in a black Yukon
  Chorus
  [Erick Sermon]
  John Blaze, I keep y'all niggaz rockin for days
  Boriquas, to eses, around the ways
  my own Mix Tape DJ, I Flex
  You don't have a clue when I'm doin ya who is he I gets busy, word up
  Come now player look in my eyes you think I'm bluffin
  A five year span turned nuttin into somethin
  And don't get familiar, your whole entourage don't be
  feelin ya, behind your back they straight killin ya
  (Who am I?) The Ex-Headbanger bad motherfucker
  High on Friday with Chris Tucker
  I be a Headbanger to my very last breath
  Even Jermaine Dupri think I'm SoSoDef
  K.A., Shawn Mims, I come from a long line of Geechies
  Who didn't care, blow Camp Lo Luchinis
  I transform like Spawn, takes no time
  for me to get on, to the break of dawn, word
  Chorus
  [Parrish Smith]
  PMD, the Purple Heart admiral
  Blow your spot and left shrapnel
  then escaped in the Benz capsule
  Harder than a NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple
  Southpaw, raw since I was a Sophomore
  Before I met Jane in the corridor
  The mentals, rapper slash entrepeneur
  with more action than Roger Moore
  Turn your cabbage into coleslaw, with the four four
  Spray Windex on your glass jaw
  Shatter it, fuckin with P, is hazardous
  Iced out Lazarus started and manufactured this
  My Squad's wild like the Manimals on Geographic
  Smash you bastards on some crab shit
  EPMD's the group the Squadron is the click
  Transmit, lyrical grit, time to shift cause I'm
  Chorus
  [Keith Murray]
  Keith Murray, the holder of the boulder
  Lyrical analyst mental roller coaster flower
  Money folder, track blower, MC overthrower
  I flow witcha two at a time, like Noah
  I goes off to the beat, on the edge of reality
  and kick rhymes in my sleep, and battle Mortality
  Finally, every dimension know Keith
  Y'all egotistical simple-minded niggaz is pitiful and weak
  I'll give you a G a week for life, if you can defeat me
  I kick poetry at a high rate of mortality
  At static, lyrical Kraftmatic, smokin
  barkin like a dog, breathin like an asthmatic
  Lyrical sculpture create fly rap sculpture
  Ninety-eight Headbanger boy, yeah I told ya
  Total chaos, helter skelter, run for shelter
  Here comes the lyrical brain melter
  I be maxin and relaxin, attractin action
  Flippin more big ol words than Jesse Jackson
  My shit knock don't it, drive you crazy if you loan it
  Man I feel for my opponents
  Chorus (to end)