Cross Fire

[Intro]

S.M., S.A.S., you already know what it is

Tell 'em baby

[Krondon]

You ain't got the right to be talkin' out the side of your mouth

You ain't tight, you shouldn't utter a word

Your art's absolutely absurd; I'm precise

You can't compare to me, your shine ain't that bright

Yeah, think I better turn you into food for the fishes and

Leave behind upset cryin' senior citizens

Cryin' on that shit again, shotgun Charlemagne

The bar's still open so drink with the Steady gang

It's all free, no need for membership

Premium businessmen believe me it's Blacksmith

Talk smack and I'll castrate you with a Battle Axe

Swell up your membrane, then kick a battle rap

[Talib Kweli]

Hey~! Get off your high horse come down to where the battle at

That ain't real rap you +Brokeback+, where your saddle at?

S.A.S. klack-klack-klack, your body's in the black bag

Thinkin' on some punk rock shit like Black Flag

Operation Ivy with the poison in the ink well

Punchline screw your face up like a stank smell

Kweli so funky, got your nose runny like a blow junkie

Blacksmith, my people never go hungry

You rappers flow so crummy; I get the sisters and the snowbunnies

Buyin' up the tickets, gettin' show money

Oh fo' sho' Money, it's the gentlemen charmed

Rappers rot in pieces like the tat on Eminem's arm

[Phil Da Agony]

Strong Arm Steady the brand, the classic

Light up a Backwood and then ash it before you pass it

You know how the hash get, on the side where the greener grass is

Gotta throw on your stunna shade glasses

Niggas get blasted, I'm handin out cashes

And caskets, gotta break bread like a basket

You bastards! Rappers can't outlast the masters

Press it up on wax and spin the needle on the plastic

Blacksmith, roll another blunt for these actors

Cause I'mma put the +Fear+ in the +Factor+ and clack ya

Agony! Niggas gotta pay for the ecstasy

Especially, when I'm cookin up another recipe

[Tre Nyce]

Battle Axe heavy, we stack fetty off rapid

So much coke on my track remind me of Aspen

Two white bitches they Alka Seltzer and aspirin

Blunt roll swell the room, boom's outlastin'

K.C. niggas slash just to murder every track

Not a rap Democrat, more like Trap-publican

Rap trap, count a stack, money keep comin' in

Only cock the hammer back for those who got no love for that

You ain't got no love for him; you ain't got no love for him?

I'm runnin' up and dumpin' 'em, poppin' 'em and trunkin' 'em

Only gets us mad, I'm young and I'm Donald Trumpin 'em

Business sense ridiculous I'm literally stompin' 'em

Van City to L.A., we kick game like Pele

Do a show, grab some hoes, and take her to the telly

Young Tre Nyce, I'm the youngest in charge

Nigga, violate our squad, you'll be needin' the law

[Prevail]

+Protect Ya Neck+ my Battle Axe is like a Wu-Tang sword

I run the blade against your throat like you was Harrison Ford

Your girl got 'em worldwide I've been to Paris on tour

From the Eiffel Tower my rifle power make you contort

This is a contact sport, no coaches or referees

I'm hotter than Cali's Death Valley vultures and fleas

A posse cut, I chop it up like I was butcherin beef

A Boondocks saved my boombox beats like a priest

{*explosion*}