[Verse 1: Sun God]
Some niggas think dry, and some niggas get wet
They fucking with you my dude, these niggas get stretched
And I'm from F-side, my brother is in a X
And I'm a ex con, bout to punish niggas to death
It been a long time, since niggas was neck and neck
Took a dope boy route and my homies was my connect [?]
Cause your bitch don't like me for being fresh
Lil homie don't trip, just lighten up on your step
Let that .44 spit, stop drooling up on yourself
Fire on my shit, I'm standing up on myself
Got a Glock and two Gs, not the [?] the belt
You a bitch, straight cheese, I [?] for help
I ain't gotta pop E, I'm always feeling myself
Got Mollies Oxy's, I pharmacy myself
Just waiting for payback, they say karma need my help
Straight shitting with my feet, get cold? I change coats
Fuck cold feet, you feet get broke for eight notes
Only reason why you higher than me, you chain smoke
I been horsing all these niggas for years, case closed
Shit pop, your face broke, see cops and straight vote

[Chorus: Sun God]
We the realer niggas, right
Niggas get fried
The way that my niggas ride and hit em up
Got them niggas like "Ahhh"
They ain't never hear the sound
They seen him, just hit the ground
Them niggas like "Oh my, God"
We gunning these niggas down
We running through niggas towns for that bread
I am on my, jock
It's do or die round I
If that was me, wouldn't let that shit slide
We gorilla niggas

[Verse 2: Chris Rivers]
I close my eyes and see, torched victims in war prisons
Ain't gone prisms, record killings and all villains
Got more distance, between my heart and good intentions
Say what they mention, we're measuring heaven's gates from the hell's dimension
Without a question, I'm burning Lucifer
Reduced to the snot, now who's the newest? News are screaming like the noose is up
Hanging from the gallows, my wisdom cracks your [?] ammo
Chris Rivers will fuck the ulcers with thirst that resembles Camels
I play with jackals and cannibals, cap a cap in an admiral
Or just metaphors with the gore that's left in the average booth
My presence has caressed it, entrance is that of legends
And in these directions that average emcees are heading all in the same sentence
We scorching, drown the planet
Rivers and Sun God collide the heavens with Atlantis
Major dramatic tactics for frantic panics and matches
Tragic is getting drastic, the dragon just made it happen

[Chorus: Sun God]
We the realer niggas, right
Niggas get fried
The way that my niggas ride and hit em up
Got them niggas like "Ahhh"
They ain't never hear the sound
They seen him, just hit the ground
Them niggas like "Oh my, God"
We gunning these niggas down
We running through niggas towns for that bread
I am on my, jock
It's do or die round I
If that was me, wouldn't let that shit slide
We gorilla niggas

[Verse 3: Young Dirty Bastard]
What, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Horace of this
I'm here
It's 2013
Let's go
Look at me, you could point the Glock at me
Crooked cop beat the blocks, so much eyes on me
Bloggers in mass media, telling lies on me
But nothing on this planet could stop my destiny
So flipping the middle finger in the cameraman's visual
At the end of his lens, he can only see the original
And the visual residuals, CCF criminals
Mind over matter, stay connected to my physical
The money getting stuck to the gum under the table
Fuck a label, vigilantes, Silver Sable
Eat the net attached to every move, I cut the cable
Televise this mortal combat, finish him, it's fatal
Spinal cord dangled, web slinger phantom, caught him strangled
Separate your skeleton, torture six pieces
Stolen body, and atomical, facecious
Six million ways to die, formation of a thesis

[Outro: Young Dirty Bastard]
You thought we wasn't coming?
We was born to do this
We mythological giants
Y'know what I'm saying?
But we ain't no myth tho
But we ain't no myth tho
A seed is a seed
Forever, long live us
Peace