[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Be afraid is your best option
Your brain on the wall, your eyes on the desk watchin’
Versace chopsticks and rock shrimps, the top chefs
Experts at makin’ Pyrex stretch
El Magico all it take is half a shotty to catch a body
He had the fuckin’ silencer wrapped up like a salami
Shot three of you’s, sounded like a baby sneeze
Stick trigger fully automatic baby squeeze
I sent shooters on scooters
Snipers on motorcycles, cruisers out of Ubers
Plus I supplied the Rugers
UZI’s, Llamas and Lugers, Illuminati Palooza
Plus I don't know how you maneuver
Make a move, I’ll leave your fuckin’ head smokin’ like a Hookah
Give your dome piece a crew-cut
It’ll happen so fast you won’t even know who or what
[Interlude]
Be Afraid!
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look, thirty shot MAC, violators perish (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)
Got in the game with a flow that niggas obviously cherished (Huh)
Jump out the Masi the shit on my necklace about a hundred carats (Talk to 'em!)
Hand on my shotty and I’m probably finna air it (Boom boom boom boom!)
I shit on anything niggas send me to spit on (Ah!)
Any niggas get out of line, I dump a clip on (Brr!)
Before rap, I was in them kitchens getting my mix on
Carpal tunnel all in my wrist from getting my whip on
I’m realer than them rappers you deem to be real niggas
You call ‘em big homie, to me he a lil’ nigga (Haaah!)
If it’s smoke, I ain’t never too busy to deal with ya
But I call lil' brody and ensure that you killed quicker
Spill liquor, still pictures on light poles (Huh)
Drum all in the stick, it ain’t heavy, that’s the light pole
Ten piece on your head, yeah, I know the price low
They wanna make sure it’s done before the end of the night though (Hahahaja!)
Machine, alright, yo?
Yeah
[Interlude]
Be Afraid!
[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch]
Spit that fire from the pit of my soul it's never debatable
Your bio is degrading, thank God it's biodegradable
You need to sell pork sausages in a Synagogue, look
All my dogs are cold, the Iditarod
And that there is a Klondike bar
For any female MC asking me for sixteens, I'm like
What would you do for this Klondike bar?
Slam any MC on the concrete you consider hard
Thought any scheme but guessed to God a worthy plan
Shit on any so-called King and Queen
Leave to latrine
Then I deal you a dirty hand
You should be afraid, you should be very afraid
Try to escape, I will mutilate you in various ways
When the chariot swing down, I'll make the chariot stay
And prayin' for Vibranium to destroy the Aryan Hoods with
Gymstar, no cardio, no facelift
[Interlude]
Be Afraid!
I.T :-
That's it, let go, be afraid be afraid!
Bill :-
We may have the stones!
I.T :-
You all taste so much better when you're afraid afraid
Bill :-
Right, Bev, kill it, kill it!
I.T
Kill, hack, uh-huh, oh you're a priceless brat, I am eternal child
I am the eater of worlds, and of children, and you are next!
Eddie :-
This is battery acid, you slime!
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