Verse: Jay Storm
Song full of bass, car full of weight, now
The treble tremble, I see it all on ya face, the
EQ, equals, from either arm that I take
To Vietnam it today, with each bomb that we lay, wait
Open books, they reading novels today, and writing autobios
Saying all that I know is caught I case
I came home and now I'm writing rhymes
How many rappers you know dealin makin millions in these trying time
How many times they tried convincing that they line for line
But aren't parallel, I see you on that carousel
Many go round that merry go round, we bury yo sound
You ain't ready for that steady go down, pause
Now we heavy, Betty Crocker, Freddy Kruger, cookin fire
Scaring children in their dreams, a rhyme full of schemes
The Appetizer, if you ain't turnin down that sound right
And all they're thinkin is what the Entre a sound like

Verse: Sho-Biz
The strong move quiet, the weak start riots
Real n***as eat good, bitches do diet
Eye's on that mula, green in my Iris
Flyest of the fly shit, my team is like Pirates
Listen to the streets, so much volume in that silence
Like a vaca' n***as a-round trip, my n***as resort to violence
The golden era we trying to take it back there
We spit crack here, the way that he rap rare
Like rhyming with black hair
The said get money and power, then the respect a-come
Shit is money on every block n***a better get you some
Brooklyn till the day that I'm gone, I'm from where the vets is from
They hate cause ain't no food on they plate, and they ain't getting none
I go hard, them dudes frauds, we don't ever hate
Fugees like Pras, they pull your card, get yo' cheddar straight
Name a squad fuckin with the God, yes I'll wait
I rest my case