[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
I got a call from Benny Holiday, we shoot shit up any holiday
Labor Day, July the Fourth, let the fireworks from the four fire by force
Snowgoons supplyin' the ammo, 100 MAD comin' through with black and white camo
Niggas hit the grounds with they boots on
When my niggas form Voltron, my niggas is too strong
Official Nas Army, I'm the general (Salute!)
I give the orders out to liven all the criminals
The MAC focused, we swarm like black locusts
On all you trap rappers, my team is back focused (back focused)
[Verse 2: Skits Vicious]
My goons press 'em like Fruit of The Loom
We throw loud in the blunts, we throw salt in the wound
Yellin' fuck the glitz and glam, we rеp the grit and gloom
My dick will fuck the world, my balls eclipsе the moon
Yeah, I don't give two shits and one piss drop
Like killin' your best friend for owin' you ten bucks
You made a few songs but homie, the jig's up
Starter kit face tats, Rollie and pimp cups
So if you got issues these Tim boots
Will stick to your lips, you my bitch, put this snitch in a gimp suit
Big pool of shit you bleed, spit murder rap
Yes, you correct, fool, ain't no turnin' back
[Chorus: Benny Holiday]
It's a trap! Ain't no turnin' back (back)
Ain't no turnin' back (back)
Ain't no turnin' back (back) deep in the dungeons of rap (rap)
Ain't no turnin' back (back)
Ain't no turnin' back (back)
Ain't no turnin' back (back)
We done slaughtered every track, searched every crypt
Conquered every castle, burnt every bridge, now it ain't no turnin' back
The beef molds us to street soldiers, you fuckin' with some live certified heeholers
[Verse 3: Benny Holiday]
Word to The Bat, Benny stalkin' blocks with a monster Glock
Wobble when I walk, look like Oswald Cobblepot
Poppin' shots kinda awkward but the bodies drop
Call the Autobots and have 'em tomahawk your noggin off
Knock it off, white freak, my mind's hedonist
The highest of priests, divine features, Tiberius
Mic speakers tweakin' arenas for Siberians
Deep as revived genes of creatures from ice periods
Why so serious and blood on the cave walls?
Psycho experienced, I'm jugglin' chainsaws
So fuck where you stay, y'all, 'cause that where you at
And it's The Multiverse, General Ackbar on the track (It's a trap!)
[Verse 4: Jay Reaper]
Yeah! I was born in the primordial soup
My favorite track of all time is Biggie's "Gimme The Loot"
Now any nigga try to get a scoop, I'll make 'em regret
'Cause I'm that nigga in the loop, Dro put the TEC to your neck
See, I like an old bitch when she be dancin' burlesque
I'm a sinner but I'll never go to church to confess
The Old Testament test, you better pack up the vest
Do me dirty, put 'em in the dirt buried in a chest (Uhh!)
Came with many, many men and now you less (less)
Voltron, my sword is gettin' pressed into your flesh (flesh)
Look into my eyes and you can see that I'm possessed
I'm on a quest, I want the head of the best, yes
[Verse 5: Sticky Fingaz]
All I wanna know is when I'm done who gon' clean up the mess?
If I'm a killer, Fredro the cousin of death
Where these niggas walkin' 'round talkin' under they breath?
Say it to my face, nigga, and say it with your chest (Ha!)
I should sell drugs and everybody will cop for me
Just like a pregnant slave, buy one, you get one free
Oh, you rap, nigga? I'll give you some beats
Can't believe y'all niggas, bringin' sand to the beach (Huh!)
When I do a show everybody show up
Them gunshot wounds is too big to just show up
Want that smoke? Motherfuckin' dick, roll up
Nate Dogg voice nigga but this is a hold up
[Chorus: Benny Holiday]
It's a trap! Ain't no turnin' back (back)
Ain't no turnin' back (back)
Ain't no turnin' back (back) deep in the dungeons of rap (rap)
Ain't no turnin' back (back)
Ain't no turnin' back (back)
Ain't no turnin' back (back)
We done slaughtered every track, searched every crypt
Conquered every castle, burnt every bridge, now it ain't no turnin' back
The beef molds us to street soldiers, you fuckin' with some live certified heeholers
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