[Ikon the Verbal Hologram]   yeah   You frontin' style to me   it's war when the beat drop   just anotha mothafucka gonna see pac   you the type that'll run when the heat pop   the type that'll hide a gun when he see cops   but not me, I'll aim a thirty-eight at the crown   show up the next day at the wake and frown   yeah, and then I'll laugh at the widow   then my man stoupe blast through the window   foul when I was young but I survived karma   drop bombs like a b-25 on ya   yeah, it's vietnam in the trenches   just keep my seat warm on the benches   I run with wild puerto ricans that hit L's   and study classical verses by *Big L*   we came up in the game at the same time   and read one-hundred-fifty rappers with the same rhyme      yeah, yeah, uh huh      (break: when I touch the microphone I usually rock it...)      I'm a mothafuckin baboon   hit you with thirty seven stab wounds   bury your body deep in earth inside a black tomb   you scared of the rain, you fear weather   I'm hardcore like pall-bearer in sheer terror   I'll be ready for war with suede timbs on   y'all ain't ready to brawl until Vin's gone   won't stop till you dead in hell   Vinnie Paz, mega-child daddy (eh-grendel?)   this bread we fail, yeah, because the beast in all this   I was rockin' Diadoras while you was eatin' porridge   I was listenin' to the *Hilltop Hustlers*   while you was duckin from sounds of popped mufflers   you was playin' little games with your fathers   I was robbin' mothafuckas for they Starters*   you a novice, and I'm a old vet   and I was there when the heavens and the globe met      break      yeah      you ain't safe if the bomb exists   so I side with the Vietnamese communists   if you wit me mothafucka raise your arm and fist   and we can bust a fuckin' cap and see if God exists   I scarred your wrist, with a poisonous rusty razor   if its Jedi Mind Tricks then it must be flavour   and it ain't safe no more   ain't safe in the mothafuckin' place no more   get laced in your upper-body, face and jaw   you the type of fagget we ain't got the patience for   we break the law, while we pay our respects to Allah   but if it's beef then we be sprayin' your neck with a four   I love to hear the sound of a corpse drop   so protect your fuckin' neck like a cough drop   I let the four shot, from different latitudes   so keep it movin' like a bitch that got an attitude