Текст песни
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Who gonna equal this? None of them count
The sum's the whole of their parts
So no point in interruptin' 'em now
They just divide themselves by themselves
Stayin' boxed under the ground
Square roots, no fuckin' around
We nail it, they tools man, they wanna compare cuticles
The last one standin' now like the Chairs musical
Peace and gains now, but ain't a distant scene to see
To blast cavities indicative the history between us has been
War, and all's fair in it, beware of the truth
Can't raise troops off of fairy bread, and at this range
Our calibre won't put a hole in your head
They'll blow your head clean off your neck
Bomb squad stomp in lockstep
Illy Al, Grey Ghost, Mantrizzle, Trigga Trials in the buildin'
Supply until demand filled, it's a minefield
Blow up appeal, they'll appease landfills
Soon as we sign, seal and deliver the real, uh
"We're hydro bazooka shit"
"Hit 'em where it hurts"
"Blow they motherfuckin' back out"
"We keeps it real inside the battlefield"
"This ain't rappin'"
"This is warfare"
"Nobody move 'til I say so"
"Time's up, over"
"Blow"
I traded in an AK-47 for a pile of forty-fives
So my weapon is the music in the war tonight
Call this guerrilla warfare, 'cause I'm about to go apeshit
Grey Ghost, your remedy double agent
Door-to-door killer, semi-automatic villain
Spit at a million miles a minute 'til I'm finished
Send a prayer to Mother Earth 'cause we tortured a girl
Write lyrics as a way of declarin' war on the world
Words of mass destruction, W-M-D's
Instructions only seen by a couple of emcees
Playin' cops and robbers, I would always play cadet
A plank of wood with a stick taped to it as a bayonet
A rapscallion adorned in medallions
Don't ever wanna fuck with me and my battalion
Strictly lyrical kid, criminal minds
Scribble over your lyric page to cross enemy lines
"We're hydro bazooka shit"
"Hit 'em where it hurts"
"Blow they motherfuckin' back out"