8-11

[Girl signing]:

8/11

All must fall

All must fall

All must fall

8/11

All must fall

All must fall

All must fall

[Royce talking]:

Jeah. I'mma tell y'all motherfuckers one thing right now. I just spilt my motherfuckin' liquor in this booth and I'm UPSET. Slaughterhouse is in the building. 8/11 album in stores. Nickle nine is in the building. You want a problem? It's yours

[Verse One]:

I am God's concoction of Molotov breathin'

Put inside an out and lost region

I am law, king and

I eat body, buy 'em all blingin'

Powder or weed, know I got it all seasoned

And you should just agree that you could be a G

And you can do the Shady thang, you can flip the E

Like the fifth letter in my nigga Shady's name

You fuckin' with the head conductor of the gravy train

I gotta thank the shooters

Cause they the reason niggas go missin' flyin' over that Triangle that ain't Bermuda

So what you speakin' 'bout?

It's ironic that I'm stayin' at The Palms and that's what your bitch eatin' out

I ain't that worried 'bout what you want to do to me

What the world would like to do to Dr. Conrad Murray

I'll be flow, switchin' so much it's almost a given

[Verse Two]:

Who they gon' compare us to?

This is not a contest

Slaughterhouse is a bionic bomb threat

This is God's doin' not a concept

This is not a contract

We are not The Four Horsemen, we are beyond that

Respect to Wu cause that respect was due

But we will step to any of the rest of you

If you ain't the Random Axe I don't see how you can relax

Let me repeat

If you ain't the Random Axe I don't see how you can relax

This is open season on any group, hammer back

You can jump in front of that barrel if you wanna

You on that marijuana, I'm high I'm feelin' like a pharaoh hailing from Ghana

Shark in that water though I am a whale of a problem

Back up the Bird like I'm Kevin McHale, I got 'em

He a beast, you need to stay on your tippy toes to see his feets

I let the re-up speak

I'll let you owe me, playin' PSP, while I let the homies play that GPS

So street thugs I recruit, I salute

That way I ain't gotta spill your cheap blood on my suit

What it cost me to tailor this, them niggas would kill for

They don't ask if it's rap beef or if it's real war

I'm the best nigga out, cut and dry done

No matter what you up to/two, I won/one

The combination of lion hearts and fine art

We like a modern day tribe you couldn't pry apart

If we ain't competing with the Juice Crewers

Busta Rhymes sittin' us down to Leaders Of The New Schoolers

DJ Premier is sayin' "Wow!"

Bun B, M.O.P., askin' niggas how

This is done in a way where it works for the betterment of everyone involved

It's intelligent, it's awesome

Before we had the block sayin', "Yeah, we fuck with y'all."

But now we got the Lox sayin', "Yeah, we fuck with y'all."

This is legendary, death to new groups

We cuttin' niggas short like the end of February

This is straight up pioneer driven

I ain't stoppin' till I am is where Em is

I'm the template for the I Am There premise

Like a butt naked snitch, bare witness

This is the undertaking

I am the dead business

August 11th niggas