Call of Duty: MW3 featuring The Infamous Mobb Deep

Feat. Mobb Deep

"Centuries ago, words were written to be a call

And a spur to the faithful servants of Truth and Justice:

Arm yourselves, and be ye men of valor

And be in readiness for the conflict;

For it is better for us to perish in battle

Than to look upon the outrage of our nation and our altar

As the Will of God..." -- Winston Churchill

[Jay Electronica]

Uh-huh, you know the story where real see real we recognize

When you see the steel flash, you petrifies

Steve Jobs seen death after just retiring

Takes vision to build, God bless the dead

That's Mac, that's Pac, that's Pun, that's B.I.G

Shit, niggas know the +Sunshine Eternal+/son shine eternal

I burn slow like Disco Inferno

Burn slow like blunts with yayo, uh

I went from MySpace to the top of the food chain

The sperm hit the eggs like a missile

Then nine months later, the celebratory news came

"Exhibit C" gave the whole world a mood change

Electronic, niggas call my album "Detox"

'cause they know I'm finna bring the next "Chronic"

Roc Nation, Cole World, it's a wrap, nigga

Put your diamonds in the sky, take that, nigga

[Chorus: Prodigy]

Yeah, put your diamonds in the sky

Wave 'em side to side, get juxed when you shine

As time go by, we live by an eye for an eye

I'll die for you, your drama is mine

Put your diamonds in the sky

Wave 'em side to side, get robbed ‘fore you shine

As time go by, we live by an eye for an eye

I'll die for you, your beef is mines

[Jay Electronica]

Uh-huh, to whom it may concern

If it's hate, wait yo' turn, dig a crate, make a urn

Please God, tell Flex drop a bomb on me

Tell the Minister to tattoo the Qur'an on me

Before the men in black try to pin a crime on me

And Rupert Murdoch and his goons get to lyin on me

...The Lord is my shepherd

So tell the royal family to order my records

And spread 'em cross Europe in a organized method

We could heal the planet with a organized effort

The Jews and the Christians and the Muslims and the Buddhists

And the Sikhs and Scientologists is all of my brethren

Play this on the radio

You never heard another nigga say this on the radio

We made it out the ghett-io

Brunch with the Rothschilds, dinner with the Carters

Jay Elect stop the press, criticalest artist

What the fuck~?!

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]

I done sat around for years daydreamin of this

Me and Jay biz, green gettin twist

Kids goin to school, we still on the bench

Early morning yawnin, no sleep, just this

Hardcore rhymin like a diamond when I spit

Come hell or high water, we gon' make it out the bricks

I done graduated gladiator school, what's next?

From the bottom, only one way to go to the tip

Of the top, with these nonstop flows I invent

Bars so hard, shit hurt when it hit

My bars like prison bars, I'm trapped in the pens

Of this wildstyle hip-hop' the fuckin strongest

Rappers on the earth, it's a curse and a gift

Black cloud follow my life, how worse could it get?

Respect, power, and money, in that exact order

I got it all, nigga, I'll break ya lil' neck

[Chorus]