Crazy 8's
Ghost:
Yo I dropped out of school when I was 2 years old
Changed my own diaper, went on the road
Partied every night in the playpen
But a bitch in there with me n**** I'm scraping
Now I'm a grown man run around like Usain Bolt
Rambo knife in the booth when I lay my vocs
Can't front yo, I did a few lines of coke
Then I slammed Jenna Jamison, lit up a smoke
Deck:
You'll never know a better flower
It's a Daily show like Trevor Noah
The money used to talk now it screams at me
Paper bags make'em all wanna squeeze at me
Colder then the ice man Bobby Drake
Cuz showing n***** love only got me hate
I'm straight outta Park Hill, really the squads ill
we showing more hands than card deals
Solomon Childs:
Intense like the poison of a cobra
you hear the fat lady singing and it's over
Domination David n Goliath
You can't see the truth when you bias
Intense the venom of a spider
You ain't in my circle you an outsider
Excalibur live in the fire
You can't see the truth when you bias
Remedy:
It'll cost more to bury you than what you're worth
Toss shovels full of dirt n put you under the earth
8 times 8, 64 bars of perfection
Aligned like the stars in the heavens
They search for the Remedy, behold it's the truth untold. Etched in a solid gold 2 ton stone
My fortune, based on brains and extortion
Fuck the world I blow it outta proportion
Method Man:
Gorillas in the planet of the apes
I write a punch line and plant it on your face
Eat a punch that you ain't even gotta taste
Here's a shot that you ain't even gotta chase
Ya latent you ain't even gotta case get ya karma with ya cape, not a killa, you ain't even got the tape
It's an Air Force one not a Bape
I hold a lot of weight in the game you ain't even gotta wait, WuTang
StreetLife:
Yo I'm a suspect, person of interest
FBI still can't figure out how I killed it
Forensics couldn't explain my horrendous
Methods that I use to display my vengeance.
Brain scan 3-D diaphram
Can't ditect or understand the mental thoughts
of a madman. The evidence left them clueless,
Sonar, radar can't track or catch my movements
Masta Killa:
Yo I'm a bad mother f*****medina warrior
with the black bandana, the panther I'm the answer
My work ain't for hire I'm a lion not a cancer stick,
put out fire, dressed in my justified homicide attire
I kill so masterfully for your desire, I do the sh** with ease. The Chief Areef got the mic under siege,
MC's freeze or get buckled at the knees
Cappadonna:
The death rate rise when you enter my zone
I kill'em all, one of my bars split 8 domes
They running from Don sh***** on they self waitin, for bars that'll lift they feet, smack they face in.
36 Shaolin twists, all hate sh**
Rubbergrip 45 caliber spit
You get your face changed son, f***'em all
W's everywhere when you hear the call.