[Intro: Vinnie Paz]

[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
ILL Bill and Sicknature spit hatred
All these other cats are dick-faces
I lift trains and throw em at airplanes
Spit flames, switch lanes, my fist make chins ache
And my spit could even strip paint
I think Great like Alexander
Stop you in your tracks like a fam of tarantulas
Crawling up your pants like they mad at ya
Crawl in ya mouth, try to spit em out, crawl in ya eyes
Immortalize, get the blowtorch, cauterize
Torture minds, lord of lies, kingdom of truth
I sound like someone tossed a thermite grenade in the booth
Stomp ya head flat, penetrate your brain with a boot
Your skull with ya teeth
Roll with thugs, vultures and creeps
Third eye wide open while your soldiers asleep
Burst nines watch your whole team explode in the street
It's the code of the street
Here's an award, fry the umpire
Live by the sword, you'll probably die by gunfire

[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Sicknature]
My rap is like katanas, severing heads in a splatter
On beats colder than the era that buried the mammoth
Spit magma like volcanoes that erupt
And bring a divine pain like the hammer of Thor landed in your nuts
Smashing them to dust, when Bill and Paz is on the cut
You'll feel like you dived in a tub
With a high voltage gadget while it's plugged
If you snooze on this heavyweight greatness
Best stay awake then
Like having sexomnia next to an AIDS patient
All that happy rapping is dead
My shit sounds like chopping off an entire neck
To play hacky-sack with the head
Crucial rage music, with a mood that would slay cupid
I never kicked in the door, I bazooka'd my way through it
Me and Bill produced Seven for Army of the Pharaohs
And threw these shit producers a party in the gallows
We're an alliance that solidly silence the comedies
Spit is wild, a clear reflection of a violent society
Motherfucker!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
I'm only here for the money, dummy, get it and leave
Ain't no second chances here, you don't get a reprieve
Better off murking yourself or catch a disease
Cause fucking round with Vinnie you ain't destined to breath
So whether if it's violence or a question of peace
I don't give a muthafuck, you getting fed to the beast
I use your warm blood, turn it from the bread to the yeast
Walk into the tabernacle, take the head of a priest
I carry heavy shit, let the thunder-clapper blam
Like Mitch Blood Green beat in front of Dapper Dan
It's only darkness when you go for the assassin's hand
Don't even speak to me without the use of proper gram
You a Shook One, pissing in your dungarees
When you rhyming on stage, it's only tumbleweeds
I'm a deathstalker, y'all are fucking bumblebees
You betta Bacdafucup like you was Sonny Seez
[Chorus]