*Mr. Len cuts and scratches the phrase "Jus' style is infinite"*

[Verse 1: Bigg Jus]
Yo, yo, it stink like dead rappers, check it
The re-birth, cyber warfare biological
Delve into my Waterworld, overcome any obstacle
In your bodyframe we're aimin for the jugular
Kids take my styles like DEA to drug smugglers
Jus the echoes of the past, the lyrical shaman
You rotten fat hoochies tryin to glimpse the summit
In the wintertime yo I be killin Storm Troopers
Cluein your crew in to exactly who done it
Bigg Jus mind invention the king battle of epic proportions
Lyrical intrigue, the master of contortion
Optimized computerization virus
Paradoxical acoustic sound bombing
My complexity weaves fourth-dimensional in your mind
Check the index under ego smashin
Propaganda bashin, Ming the Merciless
Play your part in your bourgeoise industry functions
Smoke the rhymes to give the microphone lung cancer
You crabs is straight slummin
A good investment, a high-yield earning
Your high anxiety burning off the fumes from my burners
My evil memoirs interleave intrigue
To get more n***as high than Kilimanjaro
Indelible confrontation be way out your league
So say goodbye, to tomorrow like Key
Otherwise or the king of action
Packed like a liquor store auto when check cashin
[Interlude]
("Never before, have you been able to witness
So much cruelty, live and in color
In the privacy, of your own home")
*Mr. Len cuts and scratches "painful"*
*Mr. Len cuts and scratches "El P is here to spark it"*

[Verse 2: El-P]
Alright bring that down though
One two..
When I walk I stomp out messages
MC's with they holiday hollow chocolate mics appear festive
Forbidden got a stomach full of pop rocks and thumbtacks ingested
Deaded, similar to cold war Asians as a law can cost effective
This mister wizard blitzed by the kilometer don't resist
Shit alternative fuel combat conglomerates
I'm on it like shit is in a bag via colostomy
Hostile macho stuck tryin to get his buck an apostrophe
I'm not dead pilot a cropduster ahead of reservoir bound
Drop the payload, cargo packed by the Dow Jones'
Got your holed up in a marble chest and rebels leak urine
Your basic components of a mechanized style modular
Fury has no pattern like the gain enslaves the shifty
Quite simply for both king of panic, implode
Bureaucratic backers provoke my frantic rantings
Fuck with up and comers like NY school chancellors
We all felt pain that range from migraines to chronic jaundice
Stepped into the country bar flippin strictly ebonics
Fell upon a M*A*S*H unit wounded
I practically froze and felt stony, vision I suppose
Memo track that's just trapped in Japanime and molested
Akira caught a glance of the action was comfortable express
Shots from the tachyon synchronized
I settled directly down to it and studied for your demise
Skeletal frames receive the same treatment, the splash
The Jackson Pollock effect
Without directly coordinating men it's jump Watership Down
Dissension, to kill the pig and pay the rent invention