[Killa Bamz]  
 Uhh  yeah  what  uhh  yeah  
 Darts of armored warfare  Deep the rhyme Caprice  
 Deep in levels  alibi havin rebel could play  
 this competition for pounds in the state of permission  
 Conversation bout this kid Killa Bamz  
 You want defense  man to man  location Shaolin New York  
 It ain't nuthin to talk or walk  
 Get dark son  economic times to fault  
 Style is mangohead stagnated from soft  
 What the fuck you thought, we was given support?  
 Live from Beatdown, Shaolin success, bypass the rest  
 Move sixty deep, Dutch with the charm  
 One hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombs  
 Holdin dart guns in palms  
 One hundred divine cyphers, Killa Bamz  
 I pack the dart gun hate to see another death in the fam  
 Uhh, yeah, what  
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 [Tekitha]  
 Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising  
 Meth-Tical illusions, salutin my blade  
 Tongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary weary  
 Teary fear me, clearly, the pearl drop  
 Time stop, holdin shop, shockwave be brave  
 Ghetto came style is maim out to lunch  
 Out to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewel  
 My life control the cruise, ten deadly touches too  
 Grip the Dutches move, swing rough to cut ya  
 is the one to seek philosophy in crutches  
 You disbelieve, in the T  
 Truth Equal King Islam Truth Heard Alive, TEKITHA  
 Bust the cypher on the Gods, bust the cypher on the Gods  
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 [Cappadonna]  
 Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the pen  
 Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end  
 Whatever I do, y'all imitate -- try to come close  
 but can't come straight; I branch out  
 Terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats  
 Bare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sons  
 that'll rain on your gang, you're too plain  
 My dope is uncut, high level high like a plane  
 Bigger bite bigger mic underground beneath these streets  
 W-T-C, leaky leak  
 Time meet, Chi meet, ain't nuttin sweet  
 Pakistan, Iran clan is like Christ  
 Word to Poltergeist, smash every tape  
 Deep thoughter, out of order, off  
 Seven thirty, bugged like psycho from the Bronx  
 Wild like fat pen child to be the rap Lawrence Martin  
 Eyes like lills, mescaline pills  
 Three bills worth of darts, pump the heart  
 Bottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once again  
 It's the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary execution  
 Executive approachin, Tang a demonstration  
 Pillage Incorporated, first place  
 A thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champ  
 Lamp on the beatbreak, camp on verses  
 Cheat on producers, men go working  
 Rhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill'n  
 Internal lyrics, expose the profane  
 Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change  
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