(verse 1) (slug)   I dictate while most MC's lactate   Can't wait for me to smack ( ?greats? ) and fuck em till my sack breaks   They stand still with a little bit of spittle   Drippin off the middle of they lips tryin to light a cigarette   And I'ma watch em all choke on my vomit   Took apart, shook up they heart, they died on it   And I promise, if you could hide from this monster   You'd quick tryin to ride on my divide and conquer   Some gotta die 'fore the dumb realize   Not everyone can fly, most don't have wings   Keep takin a nap, wear a brick for a cap   Or get the fuck off the lap before you lose everything   I spit shrapnel while the villagers babble   Slice deep, pull, peel, and let the skin unravel   We're here to scrape off a layer of your make-up   So we can see what a bitch is really made of      (verse 2) (brother ali)   I step off in your hoola-hoop cypher with my eyes all aglow   Walkin tall enough to make your half moon whole   You don't need to get duct-taped to the bathroom flo'   Cause I don't think your shit is flavor - the rats do, though   You and your little bitch buddies think you're Thelma & Louise   Cause you got a drum machine and you ( ? )   You need to respect a fuckin legend when he breathes   'fore you get a K-Swiss logo embedded in your knees   Shock the body-body, rock the consciousness   Stagger the imagination, box your esophagus   The paradime, you stepped past the line   And I show you why the masterminds have got a fuckin axe to grind   Street magician like David Blaine with these songs   Crip-walkin through your mental corridor with metal cleats on   Slug got the weed smoke, Ant got the beats broke   And your fuckin eyebrows might grow back, but your teeth won't      (You gonna look pretty funny tryin to eat corn on a cob with no fuckin teeth)