INTRO [Korry Deez]   E'rebody ah talk 'bout sound killing   When they dun know, we are original sound killer   Fassyhole you know we   Anytime we start dance-dance a fi lock   Girl follow back a we   We have e'rething pon cock   Can't chant to we   We start dance from 19-o-long   Pick a only firefighter a we collect   A dub plate we have   Anytime we drop Kardinal, IRS and Wio   A blood clot big tune dat   [Kardinal Offishall]   Yes   Oh me oh me oh my (what)   Them a try run Mr. Kardi-ni, flavours you can't deny (what)   'Cause them Circle cats rhyme so fly   Them tracks stay do or die and (what) as (what)   When them write a murder song before a cats can't turn around   I jump and beg for they live (what)   Lick off a style, me-a-fi put dem all back   Rap from T-dot to the Bronx and Bricks and come back   (Will you wake me up?)   [Wio-K]   If an emcee step outta line,I feel them affi get cut up   But up, lick up, fist up, sound get brek up   Beat up and kick up until they boy start hiccup   (Girlfriend what's your name?)   How ya look, so sweet with your horse legs acting like you're strange   It's full time, now you come off on dat range   My name's Wio, bareback rhyming in the plains   [Allistair]   Blessin' this, effortless, mess with this, eff with this   If you think you got a chance to dance with your devilish messages   Stressing this can only lead to battery   You rattle me, request to battle me I take as flattery   I see ya, grip your bible,I'm the lyrically homicidal idol   Who's liable to take your title with a single recital, it's vital   You respect the steez, I get vexed with ease   Don't make me ask you to respect me please   CHORUS [Jully Black & BlackKat?]   It's an old time, ol' time killing   We a deal with, run and get your money clip   For another day in another way   De man dem, nuh take the ray ray   We are a murderahs   Killas...murder   [BlackKat]   Yo, 1-8-7   Cold blood I meant to do it ruthless   Knew it was murder since Da Grassroots produced it   Now we got some ax-murderers upon the track   Burning murder onto wax   So you can witness the attack, it's Black... Kat   The nigga who writes to burn flavour   So hype the Source should give us 5 mics and 2 turntables   We spitting this with beats so ridiculous   And rhyme style limitless, let's see if they can get with this   [Kardinal Offishall]   Wio - you're crazy, your tough talk don't amaze me   Imaginary gats busting just don't faze me   Lick a shot, wave your flag, gunfinga in the air   Headstone on your 12" says Mr. Kardinal and the Monolith was there   From '94 to now, the beats run wild in the East   Leaving 'nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers that's made for 5-0   Babylon fi get dust and let my people dem go   CHORUS   [Kardinal Offishall]   Call me a sound (killa), gut (filla), rhyme (spilla)   Don't date vanilla, hip hop guerilla   Mind (chilla), don't drink Miller Lite   Night thrilla, spite might fill ya   Bite and you invite with a recite to kill ya   [Wio -K]   The tox licker, shot licker   Girls flock quicker, since my crop got bigger   Get yanked like a glock trigger, just to make the plot thicker   Girls got thicker, I'm run up in the spot quicker   (Don't let them watch me so)   I'm the nigga your son really wants to chill with and know   You must think it's me that make that nigga act so   Vexed 'cause your church friends gossip on the low   (Wio - let me say)   Now for the people who don't know what's gwaning   They sleeping on the whole city, stretching in your heart   Not knowing that T-dot's about to shake your ass out your dreams   So (wake up) before you end up in a pine box   Seen   CHORUS   You better run go and get your money clip   [Jully Black]   Run go get your money clip   Run go get your money clip   The emcee killa, killa killa