[Sample]
7-yard, Mozambique drill, with a Khar-PM9. 2 to the center of mass, one to the head. Starting from low ready

[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
No-knock raid in the night time
Flash bang grenade, running blind
Bat out the cave, I was back flying
Whatever they find, it ain't mine
Waco to Ruby Ridge, white privileges
Fuck the police, let the modified Uzi spit
30-shot clip
That won't fly where you moolies live
Well-regulated militias, blood bredrin
Blue and Red, 'bout that second amendment
Open-carry turns chess to checkers
Infringe on property rights
Rightly lose your life over a necklace
Legal iron drive fired, Iron Eagle, Taxi Driver
Flags fly, Metal Gear, Gears of War, more shootin'
Flanking maneuver, Nuremberg, they sore losers
Little crews click up like Cuba
Lil' dudes who will put two in your chest
One in the computer

[Verse 2: Faro Z]
Always on time like a hi-hat
Right in the middle of the boons, where you find that?
MC FZ, flowing on the beat
Set your watch to a middle of a the pocket
Where I'm rhyming
Right at the speed of light
You should clock that
Right in your vision of sight
You can watch that
When I spit lyrics on the mic
Can't stop that
I feel so good, I kiss myself to hop back
One time on the good foot
This is all true like it's written in the good book
Battling your boy FZ, not a good look
You wanna play those types of games then good...
Luck, cause the book stops here
Said it before, what the fuck is not clear?
Two shots to the body, one head-shot: kill
Mozambique style, yeah that's my drill
Fuck your rhyme style, that shit's not ill
Fuck the molly, I don't pop pills
Just spit so I can rap, but you don't got skill
And if I don't recognize, if it is not real
Who's playing around?
No tricks in 86, it's time to build
No mistakes allowed
You call yourself MC's?
If you were lifting a gun
You couldn't move the crowd
Please
Yo, somebody call Eric B
Obviously I come from a different pedigree
Especially since I got a whole other set of weaponry
That you've never seen, that's me (yuh!)
For my last trick, great feat of magic; three shots
Watch his blood pop out the top of his head
I call that a rabbit and a hat trick, you know the drill
[Verse 3: Curly Castro]
Spit like Phil Rizzuto
Cooking up like rice risotto
In a crock-pot, Brooklyn Zulu
Alley Kubrick shoot the promo, yuh
Tar baby terror, terrorizing territories
Running with snowflakes and [?]
Just so I can feel the glory
Aiming like [?]
All the gunpowder we steward
I'm a battlefield hit
Kiss a bullet, oh my lordey
When you try to call the heavens, line was busy, purgatory
I be flying daggers, never call class, rob it all
I'm the love child of aurora
In T'Challa, run Wakanda
Play mancala for the fallen
Spitting waller, mighty morphing
Larry Legend with the massacre [?]
Turtle ninjas, with katanas
Turn to Ra-tat-tat-tat-tat
Smoking bags, of that finest
Curly Casey, [?] Corbin
Talking all the black and white
When the black is only right
Woods, Elucid and Castro
The black is only life
[Sample]
There's the bodies, and there's the heads

[Verse 4: Elucid]
We gets busy black clan hooded bandit gypsy
Jazz-man peered it down
Break the bank just seen expeditious
Sinfully, I'm somewhere laid up
Swirling aged drams of whisky
Red hand at heavy lifting
Peeling sets of hands of fifties
Fancy neighbors
No one dancing'll call it favors
Blue dream soothsayer under Ursa Major
King of the Spade, tied to his chamber
Chess player, grand dragon slayer
Consensual gang bang, with his thing thang thang
That's how you really fuck haters
Any takers?
Race traitors anonymous, common sense
Low tolerance for boot licking and non-polishers
Bass like [?]
Harlem shake inside yours, the devourer
Cowards got their tongue chopped
Have-nots sharecrop on block flank
While beat cop heat rock sizzle
Ghosts of the temple
Flows everlasting poured from a thimble
Simpleton, I got you penciled in
Tin tin wins live feed
Mozambique
Armand Hammer's creed
At ease
[Gunshots]