[Verse 1: El da Sensei]
We be the two-tag team, balancing on a beam
Tactical schemes - ? - rap kings
Battle for rings, and ring street corners and Octagons
Rock til I'm gone, spot on shots, stained and disarm

[Verse 2: Tame One]
Lyrical condition critical, competition is minimal
And that's understandable, what's understood I'm an animal
Bow to a stand still, go ape shit - the rap man ?
I get ya show canceled - ?

[Verse 3: El da Sensei]
Aimin' this long, remain calm, brainstorm and reform
Unchained, front page - ? - is gettin' on?
Pen to perform - power bars?
For cowards and frauds, the prowess we announcin' is hard

[Verse 4: Tame One]
Mic check, special effect like - ?
The next level threat to record execs
I rock to get the doctor's connect
Align planets to fight stress, the ? - when I pop Xanax

[Scratches]
Wait, turn the music off, I need to say somethin'
Contagious, the format is real sickenin'
I know I'm the truth, I hold meetings in the booth
When it's competition around - ?
Ya'll drop physical science
Recognize that shit
Bang it on ya eardrums
Sick with it
Deadly with a pen
Meet me in the ? too long, I blow up ya box
[Verse 5: A-F-R-O]
Who do it steadily? Who the dude who knew better offending me?
Usin' the leprosy, make traps like Human Centipede
Stay black up on race tracks, like who ahead of me?
Stay back, I use spray cans for all my weaponry
Put in my own dirt, leavin' a hole burst, deep in the skull first
44-Caliber rifle stifle ya growth spurt
Shipment fucked, can't replace no amount of indo
Luck's up, thus it's time to throw 'em out the window
Legs broken, neck slit, next open, next pick
Best to know who bless shit, test the water, shark swim
Megaladon, FRO Don, well I'm Don Vito
The hijo La Bamba, black Mamba, you rhyme pocquito
I'm not legal, I rock hot rhymes evil
And he know how the bombs I drop, is USSR steelo
Who dude who do it best, bless the song, regal
Artifact, Tame, Sensei, my peoples

[Scratches]
Wait, turn the music off, I need to say somethin'
Contagious, the format is real sickenin'
I know I'm the truth, I hold meetings in the booth
When it's competition around - ?
Ya'll drop physical science
Recognize that shit
Bang it on ya eardrums
Sick with it
Deadly with a pen
Meet me in the ? too long, I blow up ya box
[Verse 6: El da Sensei]
AOF ties, bonded in bricks
Mind sick, responsible spit, time ticks, we bombin' ya shit
Overload, never moderate, body it every take
Pushin' our weight, pounds up, movin' state to state

[Verse 7: Tame One]
Ong Bak, the Tiger knee drop, into a roll, finger-four leg-lock
Wrist controls to missile hold, kick out - ? - throat chopped
Tackle ground, bound, grab him, choke - ? - climb up
Jump from off the top rope!

[Verse 8: El da Sensei]
Mush n***as and rookies, we under-statesmen
Higher placement, underneath speakers, right in ya basement ?
Mics taken and confiscated, burn wounds
? - and bullets for those willin' to shoot

[Verse 9: Tame One]
- ? haters, just a whole bunch of liars
- until opponents get retired
You know what it is, ya gum-bumpin' over nothin'
I handle my biz, and don't be lyin', ya'll buggin'

[Scratches]
Wait, turn the music off, I need to say somethin'
Contagious, the format is real sickenin'
I know I'm the truth, I hold meetings in the booth
When it's competition around - ?
Ya'll drop physical science
Recognize that shit
Bang it on ya eardrums
Sick with it
Deadly with a pen
Meet me in the ? too long, I blow up ya box