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Verse 1: (Prodigy)
You's a notebook crook, with loose leaf beef
a backseat criminal that pass the heat
to somebody that blast the heat
Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street?
revealing on the vinyl an analog outlaw
alot of gats on your DAT, tape southpaw
you thuggin' when the mic's plugged in
barkin' through the speakers like you got no sense
you wild on the two inch
got your platinum plaques to prove it
your music's been around the World movin'
and it comes right back around on the ground, don't it?
now it's time to face your opponent
Infamous cling to this real s**t, stuck where we started at
fk that, not because we have to, I want to
I love this s**t, the raw is what I live for
to hear the sound of the crowd roar for more
to see the that can't pay rush the door
whylin' on the dancefloor
when they song come on, swingin' they fists, ready for war
but it's a different type of effect, it's not violence
they're just tranced by the advance
tranked by the sound bank
put under the drum, numbed off of our s**t
now who you rockin' wit'? them or us
deep love or cheap lust?, QB 'll bust
Infamous 'till we pass on
you laughin' at the wrong s**t, I take ac-tion
defend my confedons
nigg* I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of bein' top dog
as we move through the stage fog
I need to bass more
so I can taste it and make ya'll go AWOL
and lose it, say no more, brace your delf, nigg* it's on..
Verse 2: (Cormega)
(yo, back up yo..)
Who's tale you tellin'? are you frail or felon?
were you makin' sales or watchin' sellin'?
you exploit lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em
you never felt the moisture in the air of coke boilin'
you never felt the razor scr*pin' your plate
your hands achin' yet you keep choppin' 'cause theres paper to make
you never felt the power of invincibility
clutchin' a gun like fk it dun, it's him or me
at your best you was a hand to hand
no more than Three grams
what the fk you know about a Ki, man?
you never hustled
lets get it right, my nigg* Y would've stuck you
stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen
what you tryin' to do? help the guys in Blue?
indight so that can be another rhyme for you?
you a parasite, you never had a life
so you throw other lives in your pad at night
it's clever when you write it
spoken well for a dude who never been indighted
you know the deal mothafka, the real make the fake kneel
and lose appetites when you taste steel
my rhymes are what it takes to get a deal and make it real
I'm like Big, you can't replace the skill
I laced it ill like Cocaine in Scarface's grill
your mothafkin' flow is basic, chill
I'm Cormega, raw forever
y'all know my steez, I'm reppin' for Queens
you minor league
I'm big time like Mark McGwire's team
your whole team is p*ssy, when I squeeze vaginas bleed
my lyrics stay official
I bagged up coke on dishes made of crystal
your , they won't miss you
my Nickel-plated pistol - got Sixteen shots, you can take 'em wit' you
to the coffin or DA's office
surgeory, nurses screamin' "We lost him!"
life suddenly divorced him, fk it, it cost him
if you want beef say no more
brace your delf, nigg* it's on, we spray Four-Fours, b*tch!