The Score

[Chorus: Dom Pachino]

I run in the spot, observe the whole place

Alert the Team, it's about to take place

Keep my eyes on the safe, security's weak

And surveillance is out dated

[Chapel]

Yo, it's the N, to the A, to the P, to the A-L-M

Roll the arsenal for all sorts of dilligent men

We up against, boy you know they past tense

Uh-huh, double up, more CREAM to spend

It's a war zone, that's why your clips is stem

For the soft M.C.'s, we the ones that you commend

Use our courage of strength, to wash away the past tense

Darts more sharp than the picket wired fence

Only way I lay a rhyme if the words make sense

Underscore worldwide, I guess it all depends

How we run wild, hitting cats, or we offend

Rock they jaw, then sparks up a weapon to det'

Pulling swords, don't matter, if you try and prevent

It's because of big tragedy, criminal attempts

Always know the verbs, from the mouth that I prevent

Fire camouflage, ammo, when you hide our trench

[Dom Pachino]

You can rush success, it travel at it's own rate

So I rock harder than a stone gate

I'm gangsta, nigga, like Capone in his state

A mind, I design, Napalm, the Team hold weight

Create the machine, the green flow great

See these M.C.'s won't wait with they hands out

We pull the hammers out, redeme you're aggreing by a large amount

Now you wanna talk it out? I'mma let my work speak for itself

If I had no Team, then I'd do it for delf

You can catch my shit on the shelf, in the local mom & pop stores

Cuz I got the raw, let the smokers in the hood be fiending for

This is Team Napalm and we pulling a score

[NLZ]

Yo, I laid in the trench with M-16

With a jacket, full of metal for my Napalm Team

Air a soldier, stealth bomb, fifty cal' toasters

Do it like a soldier, on a mission, it's suppose to

My niggas hold fort, I keep my enemies closer

They like ashes camo' for the metal rub lotion

Oops, I mean potion, I show no love

I get acquited for the murder like the O.J. glove

Blow a dub of 'dro stemi', eyes low, stay red

Swig a little, still reserved, take it straight to the head

Kid bugged out, niggas get rubbed out, I'm thugging

My rims too big, in your wheel, real brother

I'm too stubborn, yo, he don't hold weight, get off my corner

Before something make your head deflate

[Chorus]