(feat. Born Justice, ShoGun Assason)    [4th Disciple]  Yo, yo  Can't get no love  No love, no love  Gotta see us Blood For Blood out here  No love, no love  The war's on, no love  Ya heard? Can't get this shit no more    Extra, extra, read the news, young clowns is Hell-bound  From the universal sound, surround, comin down in yo' town  Musical compounds, brothas can't wait 'til the sounds is laid down  To express the mentals, be adjectives and nouns  Be bless for the know-how, to master and manifest ya own style  As we penetrate the scene, and run yo' projects on ya iced guillotine  You wanna know what the scheme is? Check out how we blend it  Load up the A-tone, then append it, 1 gigabyte is recommended  To extinguish the thought of you ever makin more wack sequences  Alas, that weak shit is finished, a total diminish  All wack MC's, producer wannabes and bitches sellin pussy on CD's  The future prophecy is to bring back originality  Within ya musical chemistry, wack ass niggaz    [Born Justice]  Yo, fuck y'all bitch niggaz  All y'all fake bitch-ass niggaz that roam in the streets  Fight the heat, I be ya seat  cuz blood drops hit the concrete when niggaz meet  and words be the bullets on some heat-seekin hit  cuz nowadays when blood drips  It's carved by the birds that fuck the same dick  All the niggaz that could fuck the same bitch  Coked out and shit, sodium, fuck the whole click  Run through ya town, shit sound make ya sick  Modern world, while foreigners deserve what you get  The ward'll penalize, that's injustice  Whores wanna serve, do the knowledge, sit and observe  Venomous the darts by the clicks be the words    [ShoGun Assason]  You bitch-ass niggaz, dare contest  Come against the Gods and try to manifest  You bitch-ass niggaz  Dare to contest, come against the Gods and claim rest  What? What? Yo, check it    Yo, yo, yo, yo, you can't hold ya own shit down  So, how the fuck you gon' take my crown, clown?  You ain't really ready to rumble with the Gods  Fuck around and get scarred  With ya hands high, prepare to fight for ya life  We could box or throw rocks, save ya tough talk  I'm a southpaw and my style is unorthodox  I leave you coward niggaz tremblin  Bend then I stomp a mud hole in ya ass with my Timbalands  You fuckin pansies, got more sugar in ya blood than candies  With ya sober suit-suits and ya cute matchin groups  Dancin around like prostitutes, fatality  I be ya nigga from the South, bitch  What? Fuck-U    [Outro: All]  Fuck-U, U and U  Cuz y'all niggaz ain't shit  Fuck-U, U and U  cuz y'all niggaz ain't shit  Fuck-U, U and U  Get off my dick  And ya whole fuckin crew  What? Fuck-U, nigga!  Yo, you ain't shit and ya whole fuckin click  And ya mothafuckin bitches  Fuck all y'all!  Fuck-U and U and U  Fuck-U, U, U and U  Fuck-U too, and ya whole fuckin crew  Fuck-U too  Cuz we shittin on U  Shittin on niggaz  We be the best MC's  What? [echoes]