[Intro: MC Mantra, Urthboy, Solo, Muph, Jeremedy & Illy]
Urthboy (Wassup) Illy Al (Yeah)
Solo (Mic check) Jeremedy (Ha-a-ha)
Mr Muph (Yep, yep) [?] (Yo)
Select your weapon of choice and just dead 'em like

[Chorus: MC Mantra (Urthboy, Solo, Muph, Jeremedy & Illy)]
Urthboy (Get 'em) Illy Al (Get 'em)
Solo (Get 'em) Jeremedy (Go get 'em)
Mr Muph (Go get 'em) [?] (No question)
(Select your weapon of choice and just dead 'em)

[Verse 1: Illy]
[?] last night my rhymes brought the same effect as mortars
To all from the critics corners to the record authors
Left heads a mess, trauma and stress disorders
Wrecking balls with [?] respect to the pecking order
Fine, tell 'em take aim at my mob
I hope it pays off, it's the shot that they got
So justify that, and say what you want, man to man
I think the world's gone mad and I'm about to lose the plot
On a beat facing a six MC single file firing squad
No [?]
Gave a hot line to God, code of honour
Means it's never spoke, since we don't you pick the spot, what
Renegades seperate threats from jokes
Now most ain't gonna catch us, most ain't gettin' close
No, we dodge left and we hook 'em right
[?] none cook it like Obese, E Traks, Crooked Eye
[Verse 2: Jeremedy]
Last night my rhymes started a revolution
Tell you the truth it was evidently an effing nuisance
Had the hippies following me for the best solution
Peeps seeking retribution for their destitution
But I didn't have a solution a solution at all
Still there's a mural of my name upon the wall
They have my face silhouetted for the flag bearers
[?]
But the difference I ain't got no message
I was just freestylin', I was just flexin'
See they predicted my answers, no question
Misconstrued my message, man, mad misdirection
I didn't mean to get the people in a riot, I've
Had them private eyes watchin' me since ninety-nine
The year I started rhyming, but I'm just a quiet guy
So I'm saying sayonara with a sip of cyanide

[Chorus (Extended): MC Mantra (Urthboy, Solo, Muph, Jeremedy & Illy)]
Urthboy (Get 'em) Illy Al (Get 'em)
Solo (Get 'em) Jeremedy (Go get 'em)
Mr Muph (Go get 'em) [?] (No question)
(Select your weapon of choice and just dead 'em)
Urthboy (Get 'em) Illy Al (Get 'em)
Solo (Get 'em) Jeremedy (Go get 'em)
Mr Muph (Go get 'em) [?] (No question)
(Select your weapon of choice and just dead 'em)
[Verse 3: Mantra]
Last night my rhymes took a mans life
Now I'm searching for the perfect alibi
They had to scatter and hide inside
Terraces terrified and panicked [?] sky
Residents gave my description to police
A disturber of the peace, and a menace to the streets
Provided eyewitnesses, now they want fingerprints
This is ridiculous, I didn't kill him, my lyrics
The flow it sounded like an air raid
He was just one of the unlucky ones touched by the sound wave
With no way that he could withstand it's impact
The syntax [?]

[Verse 4: Muph]
Hey yo, last night my rhyme made a man overdose
Came home to find some lines in an open envelope
Couldn't let it go to waste, had to take a dip then a taste
Now he's just another name on the form for an
Autopsy report stored in the coroner's office
Problem was lack of knowledge of the drug when he's on it
It's kind of subtle if you listen, but it bubbles in the system
[?] Spring Valley missions when we were just some kids
Smellin' like teen spirits, couldn't see the limits
In a fetal position on the kitchen floor convulsing
I froze for a minute, put my finger on the pulse an'
Too late, his moment was gone
[Verse 5: Urthboy]
Last night they called me in and brought me in for manslaughter
Four Corners caught me in a recording on a camcorder
Reporter [?] court order
And with the drop followed rigamortis
I'm all for it, your mind's [?]
[?] majority are mortified, they call it morbid
Like it can be aborted with the [?] we afforded
I can hear the sirens ring out, we ignore them
The metaphors are teleporting you to heavens door
A string of words that strangle birds like [?]
The ashes of a man of peace, the inca man of war
Go ahead make a martyr of me, we got many more

[Chorus (Extended): MC Mantra (Urthboy, Solo, Muph, Jeremedy & Illy)]
Urthboy (Get 'em) Illy Al (Get 'em)
Solo (Get 'em) Jeremedy (Go get 'em)
Mr Muph (Go get 'em) [?] (No question)
(Select your weapon of choice and just dead 'em)
Urthboy (Get 'em) Illy Al (Get 'em)
Solo (Get 'em) Jeremedy (Go get 'em)
Mr Muph (Go get 'em) [?] (No question)
(Select your weapon of choice and just dead 'em)

[Verse 6: Solo]
Last night my rhymes had the planet fooled
Smoke and mirrors transformed an ordinary Joe to Daddy Cool
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled
Hypnotise civilised people to remind them that they're animals
The force unstoppable
Primitive instinct kicks in, it descends to mob rule
Like some sick twisted game of Simon Says
(Get 'em up) Got 'em up? Good, get 'em higher then
Perfect score every time like Mitre 10
It's black magic, my riddles pull a rabbit out the hat trick
Like [?] in The Ashes
Just slight of hand my man, nothing more than a masterful distraction