[Produced by White&Spirit]

[Verse 1: Cassidy & Ill]
Prepared for the Big Bang, behind all the sick, tight cliques
Pitbulls with snapbacks, big bands
What’s happenin', homie?
Guys are chanting that they sell hash and skunk
They smell the money, the police raid
Kids get hard-ons in front of gang films
Quick! They lied to you, get up, pause your Tony Montana flick
Pump your anatomy, pump-action shotgun, knife
Pray everyone makes it out alive
Your vices are suspect
Like a boner in a Lotto tracksuit
Or a killer who leaves his picture
A glimmer in the eyes, a sweaty forehead
Black skin, a clear focus for the business
The street: my casino like Pacino and Pesci
Too much competition between us like Coke and Pepsi
Like epilepsy, it's shaky like Makossa
A line of stolen girls, drama Hey! That’s my girl!
Bottles of whiskey get broken like in saloons
Like a scene from Platoon, it’s a shithole, brother

[Chorus: Ill]
I got strength for the brothers, where’s my throne?
Return to the pyramids, fuck the clones
I got strength for the brothers, the stars are my only guide
Return to the pyramids after centuries