[Intro: James Garcia]
What's up, motherfuckers? This is James Garcia, aka Young Wicked, aka Yo Quiero De Sangre, motherfucker. And I'm here to let y'all know, this Mobstyle shit, it ain't no motherfuckin' play play. This ain't for play play. This for keeps. Buk, let 'em know (let 'em know)

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
They don't want this, promise y'all don't want this
Lookin' for the streets like some headhunters
Block veteran, listen to what my gut says
Radar's blinkin', rivals comin' what my hunch is
Ain't trippin' though, your boy packs a wallop
May God give you strength if you still want to follow
Wallow in some thug shit like a mud pit
Beat your brakes off like a drum kit
We the last of the real ones, big facts
Took it all the way, fed time, did that
Went to war with some killers so merciless
Bumped heads with the gods like Perseus
Made it out but not without scars
Learned how to battle, ain't talkin' 'bout bars
Spear and a shield, war god like Mars
Never been scared to drag a Titan through the yard

[Chorus: Young Wicked]
Now it's time for war, gods and Titans roar
It's the Clash of The Titans, thunder and the lightning
Try to tread on me and you'll be walkin' with the viper
And it's on! Cla-Cla-Clash of The Titans!
And it's on! Cla-Cla-Clash of The Titans!
[Verse 2: Boondox]
God butcher, Gorr with a sword
I attach it to the barrel of a Colt M4
This has been war, spittin' mags and more
Do you really want to know without askin' for?
Grab your Ruger 'cause I put it on Medusa
I got stone cold killers who ain't worried 'bout a future
Don't worry 'bout a loser, ain't no win in this bitch
So all they want to do is put an end to this shit
Horde up and we comin' for Olympus
With a gang of body bags and a list and a grimace
Avengers handle business, so we got Claas with us
Addin' wicked to the mix, about to pass that sentence
Give 'em death and we take away they breath
Then send 'em down to Hades and he takin' what is left
No rest (No rest), you gotta keep it fuckin' crackin'
When you battle with The Titans, they gon' never catch you lackin'

[Chorus: Young Wicked]
Now it's time for war, gods and Titans roar
It's the Clash of The Titans, thunder and the lightning
Try to tread on me and you'll be walkin' with the viper
And it's on! Cla-Cla-Clash of The Titans!
And it's on! Cla-Cla-Clash of The Titans!

[Verse 3: Claas]
Yo! Seven out there beatin' on the war drums (Yes!)
Best to let 'em know the motherfuckin' war's on (Yes!)
So I'ma make 'em fade away like Jordan
And bet I'm 'bout to power up, I don't need a Zordon
Go, go, I'm a menace with the cold stare
It's no fear when I run up on 'em like a coke bear
I'm so rare that don't nobody really want that beef shit
They reachin' out but can't nobody touch me like they vegans
It's treason to God, this is Legion we feast on (we feast on)
Anybody for any number of reasons (Yes!)
We're bringing Tetons and I ain't sayin' titans wrong
Been taking care of this light work, Hyperion
The level I am clearly on is 'bout to have y'all nearly gone (nearly gone)
'Cause really I try to kill on every fuckin' song
So we'll just sing along with James on the hook
And turn the page on this book and y'all can say that you're shook (Hah!)
[Chorus: Young Wicked]
Now it's time for war, gods and Titans roar
It's the Clash of The Titans, thunder and the lightning
Try to tread on me and you'll be walkin' with the viper
And it's on! Cla-Cla-Clash of The Titans!
And it's on! Cla-Cla-Clash of The Titans!