[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yo, this fucking Vinnie Paz baby
Esoteric baby, 7L baby
We taking y'all motherfuckers to war
Teaching y'all how to rhyme, aight
So feel me, before I stuff a fucking sock in ya mouth
And stick you in my trunk, what
Check it out
It's like this, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
It's Vinnie Paz let me tell you how I handle my beef
Hands in ya [?], watch how I slam to a beat
And you weak motherfuckers better stand at my feet
For I beat motherfuckers when I handle my heat
So consider this verse here a motherfucking bomb threat
Cause I ain't even let out, all of my dogs yet
And I ain't even pulled out my .44s yet
And I ain't even let out, all of the gods yet
That's why ya palms sweat, you fake bitch
I'm strong like Iron Mike Tyson '86
You fake snitch, you get slashed with fast razors
Fucking with Paz mean you dead, and that's basics
Slash faces, [?]
Y'all crazy big with no skill like Manute Bol
Vinnie Paz bring physical rain
And the only thing y'all feel is physical pain, what

[Hook: Vinnie Paz]
We steady blasting, ya city gon' crashing
Ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
See a wack rapper, and start smashing
*And that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction*

[Verse 2: Esoteric]
I'm like Bill Gates motherfucker
You're like Gilbert Grape's younger brother
My rap style's undiscovered
Game's wide like the frame of the Lincoln Navigator
[?] the rest is alligators
You know the deal crap rappers peel
I give 'em shit that they can feel
My style's like steel
You can stop tanks with it, rob banks with it
Plot pranks walk planks block shanks with it
That's why when I challege you cats you ain't with it
And that's where the battle is at you can't spit it
Rappers trynna play-che, that'll be the day-che
Pulls a .45 and it ain't just spitting reggae
Today's payday, we on some dumber shit
Rip you out the whip throw ya body up the front of it
Put you in check, put my foot to your neck
You looking up to Esoteric and I've come to collect, what

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
The Army is back, and we bombing the track
Armed wid a gat, blood spill onto the DAT
Regardless of that, battery assault with a mack
And Vinnie Paz a motherfucking dog when I rap
You beef with one of us, we all in ya back
And a motherfucker like me, put claws on ya back
Stalk you like that, y'all just talk like Grovano
My team, they fuck up more keys than a piano

[Verse 4: Esoteric]
Yo check it, my method on the microphone's murdering
Blood curdling, surfacing
The Soul Purpose is circling, in ya CD deck
I defeat a vet, leave him wreck his breath
Watch him bleed to death
Cause I'm the type of rapper that packs to full capacity
Acting like you packing a gapper to pull the blast on me
With Vinnie Paz on my side known as Ikon
We got it covered like cats that hold the mic wrong

[Hook x2]