Intro:  
 Ladies and Gentlemen  you are listening  
 to the rulers of the spirit world  
 (Really  Really  Really)  
 Yeah  Yeah  that means poetry deep in this team  
 Y'all done stepped on we  the green green  
 Yeah  Y'all done stepped on we  the green green  
 Yeah  Yeah  
  
 Witchdoctor:  
 Check this out  bust it   
 This is like a rocket  you never packed  
 this many condominiums in your pocket  
 Ughn, you never smoked this much weed before  
 Where else can these niggas go  
 Don't know tomorrow, it's about today, bruh  
 I want some coochie that I ain't gotta pay for  
 I'm the one that holidayed ya  
 ATL, land where we par-laya,  
 No nigga jealous with his gat wanna clown  
 It's enough females in the streets to go round two, three times  
 Atlanta, the doctor's home,  
 Always somebody hoggin the payphone  
 Say homes, where your daughter  
 She'll tell ya I'm pure like Artesian water  
 Feed me a quarter like a jukebox  
 I sell rhymes like rocks, the police oughta stop checkin  
 The Lord gave me a blessing  
 Long as rocks I sees with you  
 Think the Lord pleased with you  
 Ughn, you think he kissed you,  
 You think he kissed you,  
 Or he dissed you  
  
 Chorus:  
 Poetry deep in the team  
 Y'all done stepped on we, the green green  
 Yeah, Poetry deep in the team  
 Y'all done stepped on we, the green green  
 Bust it,  
  
 Khujo:  
 Suits of brutality patrol sectors  
 Day care centers ran by vestors  
 Drunk drivers behind the steering wheel of liquor trucks  
 New comers think they won the diversion on pure luck  
 Shark pools in the hall, one drop can start a frenzy  
 Feeding off of your ignorance of the law consider no excuse  
 We here by being careful, vigilence  
 Vampires ??? lace personal pants with blood  
 Just ask for the special  
 Crackers crave samples of niggas urine  
 Strands of hair and semen  
 Blue lights in the basements  
 Having conversations with voices between four by fours  
 Rack 'em up, I'll bust your head  
 Stay playing the role of executioner, been years on death row  
 Now he don't wanna die for arranging his wife's murder  
 Equal opportunity, designated bullets don't discriminate  
 Like unemployment, officers doing break  
 Y'all done stepped on we, the green green  
 One deep in this team  
 Y'all done stepped on we, the green green  
 (Poetry runs deep in this team)  
  
 Chorus  
  
 T-Mo:  
 Belligerent thoughts of militant ways  
 Camouflaged in the brush, love or lust  
 Which can we trust hidden in the cuts  
 Terr-i-ble they bounce 'em every third month  
 Yeah, after the big flood of truth,  
 Caught in your own evidence  
 Now you hesitant to believe me  
 You back to hangin with Parks  
 That's what you called her  
 Now you run cause you know that's what you want  
 (What you want, what you want)  
 If I felt like everything was good  
 Maybe then I could knock on wood  
 To protect the good  
 That surrounds my innermost thoughts  
 Until my thoughts were caught unguarded  
 As hard as it is to be perfect I try  
 And I still flaw listening to the next guy  
 That knew more and saw it before I did  
 Came up big, to dig an early grave  
 Get locked up, and turn a slave for the rhythm  
 We rap, still get slapped by the system  
  
 Chorus