[Canibus]
  Yo, the fact that I'm down wit Def Squad's hard to determine
  Till you see me hoppin out the Coupe wit E Sermon
  Or hoppin out the Keith Murray Suburban
  Or hoppin out the Lex Land wit Redman, wildin and cursin
  My thought process is mysterious like the Lochness
  My furious mindset is complex
  Killin shit like a carniverous millitant prehistoric monster
  Comin to stomp all over you hip-hop conference
  Landed in an Unidentified Flying Object
  Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus
  The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous
  Acidest arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus
  My metaphors sting like after haircuts when
  The alcohol is applied to the raw skin
  So whoever wanna battle get blasted
  Get your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like Pampers
  You had a bad bitch, I left the back twist
  I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the nasal passage
  Dug her out all day, then changed my sperm DNA
  Now she got nobody to blame
  I been spittin raw, what the fuck you think I'm livin for
  Throw me in jail, I'll do a prison tour
  For wannabe hard niggaz, insecure niggaz
  Wit they heads to big for they neck to support niggaz
  Three in the Squad plus me equal four members
  An extra addition for any special force mission
  Man listen
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Ain't these niggaz on some shit
  Keith Murray, Canibus ain't no stoppin it uhh
  
  [Keith Murray]
  Let me draw a brief description of what happened
  I was rappin, niggaz got the scrappin, guns got the clappin
  Three-fifty-seven degrees I was separated
  Have bullets deflected metal, bodies decapitated
  Gush! a nigga got struck as I look
  I caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook
  Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face
  A bitch fainted cuz she seen I enjoyed the taste
  The case is that I split your melon
  And feed it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken wings
  I'm wildin for Long Island, I turned and took Charles Ferguson
  And open fire on any trains now
  You may never know who's in your shadow
  You punk ass niggaz just best stay shallow
  And hollow, if you wanna live to see tomorrow
  Cuz ain't no sun comin out tomorrow
  Yo, I might do something y'all niggaz might regret like
  Blast you in your face and disregard your vest
  I'm pissin and dissin off of recognition and niggaz to listen
  Just to let you pussies know how I'm livin
  Cuz I Return like the Jedi, wit my dead eye
  Leave niggaz to die, peace to niggaz up in Bed-Stuy
  Oh-ah, this that type of shit that make them niggaz wanna wet it
  Word up, got me ready to set it
  
  [Deja Vu]
  Seems I steps wit aggression
  To any bitch who think they nice in this profession
  What? what you think your wrecking?
  I break your stlye down to little fragments
  The pain is permanent, so spare yourself the embarassment
  Buck-fifty 'cross the face
  Followed by knife wounds to the chest for you attempt to retaliate
  I noticed all you bitches flows is based around clothes
  But Deja Vu got something for you stankin hoes
  Studio gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of bringin beef
  Before the thought even finishes
  I wanna see red, blood from a chicken head
  'For I wild the fuck out like the Grateful Dead
  This wild style must run in my genes
  Because my sister's in the county
  And my brother just came home from Green
  I strike like the black widow, through the underground radio
  Kiddo and still stack dirty ditto