What niggas deal, they last 24 I did in the first      Before the doctor cleaned off the afterbirth      I kicked a verse, smoked a blunt, shooked the Earth      Smacked the physician, and fucked the nurse   The truth hurts, like a sword in the hand of this expert      Cuttin through your soul, like your best friend did your dirt      Mental like physical blows destroy ego's         Your style is Babylonian, like dicks in assholes      The drama unfolds, don't mean nothing up my nose   I can't stand snow, it only blows like nitro         Blistering, my flows I'm splittin, so I hope you listening          Super shoutout to all my niggas in prison   Shout to the pyramids, the cypher and scription   Science fact not fiction, I cut with precision         Speak multiplication, subration, addition      Division, Great Solar Stance burns compition            "This-this-this-this is the Showdown"                  I put you in the chicken wing like Bob Backlund,    jack ya team captain   Bring drama like summer night, ghetto action      Some honies got it twisted, fat asses I mash 'em         Cops like jewels, back in the days I snatch 'em   You catch a tantrem, date how the raws rockin the drum      Float like the white lotus, kill like Whitey in Vietnam   You should peel arm, gorilla tactics like Viacom         Set shit on fire like a bomb, up in smoke like Cheech & Chong         True blacks too strong can't let nothin stand in my way   Shit will get thick like Juice 60 in Friday      In Brooklyn, kill MC's like Captain Hook your children         To rappers I'm a villain, fill esteem wan't my secret like Samson   Picture so hard, I stunt your grandson son      Teleport from Coast To Coast like Spaceghost      Like soy butter on my breakfast toast      And when It comes to makin it nasty, I flips it the most            "This-this-this-this-this is the Showdown"      "This-this-this-this-this is the Showdown"            Setting it off like pistols in the projects      The climax hold ya six like nasty hot wet sex      But string tech I catch wreck, ejucalate when I inject      Not a player hatter, regulator, trick niggas get checked      When I resurrect hip hop, you know the bullshit stop   Like you got the oo-wop, the pops and what nots         Fruity like Ed Koch, ya straight boo-tops, I'm top notch   Super funky like a derelict prostitute prop         Ya hear gun shots, the coroner shows up to take flicks      Shit is feet, but no feet shit like chicks with dicks      Ya throat flip too quick, to blaze magnetic      Paramedics roll up on the scene,       it's tragic, don't deal with Magic      Johnson, renegade like Charles Bronson      Packing a force like 18 Bronzemen      Grand larson, excelent marksmen arson      Fire, water, earth, metal, wind