S.O.D.

[Verse One: Sy Scott]

Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician

Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking

Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen

With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it

Recheck the barrel and start respinnin' it

We I start, medics, start sowing and restitching them

My constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with opium

Stay grippin' 'em

I got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance

That will shatter seven continents and ten peninsulas

Envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness

I rhyme with Sid Vicious viciousness

You be kiddin?

You soft like kittens

My grills are pit bulls they will kill when I say sick'em

Restrain me, restrict me

I'm arresting, resisting

I'm a rest when resisting, can't be apprehended

Nigga

[Hook]

If you got a problem with E

And you got a problem, come and holla at me

And if you want it, we can get it started

Plus I got the whole Squad siding with me

[Verse Two: Icarus]

Let the gatty spray and wet up the matinee

Smack niggas with both hands like patty-cake

Violate and I will retaliate

I don't battle fake niggas, I'm heavyweight nigga

GMG, fam, we gladly hotta

Ic' hold the sorcerer's stone like Harry Potter

And I'm like harry potta, we scary riders

Can't get near the dadda

I swear to God I'll come find where you hidin'

Have my hyenas, firing ninas from Beamers

And leave the area shot up, you hearing me patna?

I'm a fucking five star general, to drive cars into you

Ic' dodge interviews

One flip of the mac, take all ten of you

This message intended to, who's ever offended duke

Yeah you my nigga, but you could still get it too

So don't test me, I don't wanna do this shit to you

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[Verse Three: Red Cafe]

Live from the NY state

And I gots one question, guess what's in my waist?

Ya'll got me pisted off slick talk

To get that Jacob watch, I'll cut your wrist off

I'm in the limo too long to turn

And this motherfuckin' dutch taking long to burn

I'm impatient

This is a song you learn

Make money, take money, and I'm hear to confirm my occupation

The new boss of course, the new Porsche

I pull up just to murder you niggas and move off

You too soft, Red Cafe from New York

I tell a bitch quick, I'm hot can't cool off

I twist lesbos, and and guzzling out X.O

My firearms stick to my waste like Velcro

It's R.C. nothing phony about me

With E double the O.G. you know me

[Hook]

[Verse Four: Erick Sermon]

Yeah I know, you never expect me to anchor

I bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters

I run DMCs, from rappers that's petter piper

I am the big apple, ain't nobody riper man

I'm not M.J. I'm a lover and a fighter

That's why I'm in D.C. now, looking for the sniper

I came in the game with hoodies and timberlands

Hard since Cypress Hill been wanting to kill a man

I did time, a thirteen year bid

I'm gutter E, I'm hanging on the side of crib

I'm a fan, but I hate what you're doing

Whenever you performing shows it's me booing

Ya as soft as your bid-die

You punk now, and you gonna be a punk at sixty

Dawg, ya need more team to get me

I'm a G, and my Unit come through like Fifty

[Hook] - repeat 2X