Executioners from Shaolin (Instrumental)

Right then, let's just get right to it

You're ruthless, you're despicable

You're nothing but killers

I'm a professional, I do what I'm trained to do

So you killed them?

Not my fault, they should have trained harder

Now, if you excuse me, I have more men to kill

Damn you, bastard

Along Math', foot on the gas (I despise you)

This slap like nana when you talk back, fall back

You want smoke? Feel the contact

Kill a small chap, put it in the contract

I really work, lunchbox with the hard hat

Coast to coast, LA to Chicago

Cross the north to south to Key Largo, pronto

Aiming and blow, leave a John Doe

Folks so amazed at the flow, it's incanto

Toast to the greatest alive

Stay sane in the world where they built more faith than the chains

Get sent back the way that you came

I'm out to control the universe

Lame's trying to make it rain, but I ain't hating on 'em

I'm just skating on 'em

Like waking in Jamaica in the morning

I was born with it, I'ma take it to the coffin

Take it to the limit, then take it to the auction

We baked those local spots when we turned the mics on

Rolling with the talent, the beats and rap verse

Said he had to lick a shot for a top-notch clan

Multiple swordsman, blade sharp

Ripped through your heart, MCs want no part

Any type of conflict or nonsense

Then we be swamped quick, get thick

Problem goes beyond sick (g-g-goes beyond sick)

Said you coming out the gate and swinging my sword

I cut rappers in half, choke 'em with the cord

They'll never try to step to my written dimension

I smash your whole set, kick your head in the trenches

You know I'm fit, nigga

I slapped you out your flip-flops

Your flow on the ground, I dragged it for six blocks

You can't escape from the king of this hip-hop

Rappers can't avoid my spit, they just get chopped

36 Chambers, killing the vampires