feat. Keith Murray, Redman, Sy Scott
  
  [Keith Murray]
  Yo - now when you hear the name Keith Murray don't think violence
  That's nonsense, me and Meth, put that to silence
  I'm a product of the streets master of the breaks and beats
  Lyrically headstrong and can't be beat
  Triple-minded mentally-combineded underground pirate
  Microphone tyrant, always comin sideways
  and topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up derby
  Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty dirty (uh-huh)
  Lyrical sayin MC slayin, "Hip Hop Quotable"
  Unquotable sociable thirty-eight caliber style swayin
  Open your mind to visualize what I'm sayin
  The products of the streets don't be playin
  It's a bloody ambush like a dirty douche in ya tush
  when I push push up in ya bush
  Superstar status, break off beats the baddest
  Style's the baddest, bring extra clips to stop the madness
  
  [Chorus: Erick Sermon]
  Yo, we in the place - now what's up?
  DJ pick up the pace - now what's up?
  Gyrate, feel the bass - now what's up?
  What the deal, huh - now what's up?
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Aiyyo we ain't playin fair no more, there's somethin new in store
  A +Hot Boy+ but not from the _504_
  New technique to rock the mic, uh
  Lyrical "Blade" sharp like Wesley and N'Bushe Wright
  Soundbombin - could be a catastrophe, uh
  When NASA blast off, Flex blast off me
  E-vincible, rap round your left ventricle
  So let's be sensible
  E tempermental, quick to dismember you
  Wyclef that "November" you
  They wish they can do (uh) what I can do
  If you could switch brains you would, wouldn't you?
  My style is Mike, Vince, Earvin
  Jordan, Carter, Julius, servin
  MC's at will I'm trickery, Lou ain't stickin me
  A curveball, Mark ain't hittin me
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Redman]
  Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya boys and unemploy some
  Put the headphones on your kid like Castor Troy's son
  Darts'll damage ya dogs, where the U-Haul in my truck
  The camera installed, hand upon my balls
  Call the morgue I'm killin 'em
  Even Kyle is not feelin 'em when I drill 'em with skills of ten Eminems
  You feminine, don't even call my name
  I stay locked down walkin with a ball and chain
  Put the mac where you tongue at, I don't that
  These young cats'll get thumbtacked and sent where Big Pun at
  Smoke so much the doc asked where my lung at
  I took it out to stash my gun, son run that
  Pop mega shit, I pop mega clips
  Fuck a system, I keep the heat where your Sega sit
  Then I bang the controller, 'til the game say over
  In the Bricks we'll stick ya when ya plane lays over
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Sy Scott]
  Yo, y'all know me
  Maniacs and addicts add it, at it
  Venomous addict snakebiter, I the, at it
  Cause I'm a little odder, at it
  In the Ac' with the aircraft and then leave inactive
  My, alter-ego make niggaz alter their egos
  I flow and turn the East coast to one big creep show
  South premisy, Filthy-delphia pistol bangers
  Pistol changin, pistol bangin
  I lift metal like Lithuanians
  Two-thousand nail me Sy Scott rap's new insanian
  It's humane punish ya mayn
  'til no skeletal remains remain remain mainly main
  to bitten manmade disease that's made by man
  Crackin the DNA code to see how God made man
  I storm the mainland, scare MC's like slavehands
  Put microchips in they wristbands and make 'em raindance
  Lay hands like Mike Strahand
  Puttin ya face and hands in Ace bands
  Tryin to lift more than ya waistband
  I travel every shinin sea, sea and land
  to finally see when niggaz land
  In the error era wherever, forever no error
  Easily cut niggaz careers down like ever
  Ever forever and ever, don't you ever
  fuck with Sy, Khi and Erick when we come together, what?