[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Merry fifth-mas ‘til you get your trees up
Black Thought spit like a firearm, lickin’ your knees up
Fifth militia crowdpleaser, like Nate Wally
Worldwide, civilized, women speak highly
Courage under fire; Thought, the wire-walkin’ SP
Smooth-talkin’ rap Attila, the hundred-spliff skilla
So travel the globe, there’s none iller
Composed in the spine, chiller–while the rhyme kill her
Clone grafted off sweat that I shed, somethin’ I said
Rock a 5th insignia all up on his head
My black lung regiment can’t relate with fake shit
I’m swimmin' when up inside the snake pit
Makeshift niggas is lost out there
****** the crowd, turn your mics off
Y’all MCs should duck down
We comin’ with this well-wrapped sound from Philly-town
Shatter your crown
What the people want now? C'mon
[Verse 2: Edo. G]
Now all these chickens runnin' 'round with they head cut off
And if you ever caught me sleepin’, it was after I got my nut off
Your light shinin’? It’s gettin’ shut off
We keep ones like strippers who shake they butt off
A lot of y’all can’t pay back advances
I get my grind on, just like lap dances
We in the last days, the last chances, no storybook romances
Me and Thought got the answers
If we wildin' or chillin'
Growin' up in bloody streets, or even in bleedin' buildings
This rap thing feedin' millions
You on a mission to shine and glisten
‘Cause money talks, and when it talks, motherfuckers listen
Now, ‘cause your ish flop
That don’t apply to me when my ish drop
I love Hip-Hop, and love Roxbury
Niggas be breakin' when I rock steady
But ya'll ain’t ready for Eddie – c’mon
[Verse 3: Edo G]
Me and my team can only do the best that we can
And will never let a chicken make us less than a man
Breathe every breath that you can
I’ll be the life of the party, you’ll be the death of your man
With your weapon in hand
Yo, I’m liable–to let loose on my rival
On my arrival, I spit verses like the Bible
In a language that’s tribal, to ensure my survival
Up in the clouds off the hydro
When I pass you, don’t get salted like a cashew
I do what I want to, and you do what you have to
Ed O.G. – ain't none of y’all ahead of me
On point is what you better be
Dog, check the pedigree
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