Verse 1: (Prodigy)    You's a notebook crook, with loose sleave beef  a backseat criminal that pass the heat  to somebody that blast the heat  Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street?  revealing on the vinyl an analog outlaw  alot of gats on your DAT, tape southpaw  you thuggin' when the mic's plugged in  barkin' through the speakers like you got no sense  you wild on the two inch  got your platinum plaques to prove it  your music's been around the World movin'  and it comes right back around on the ground, don't it?  now it's time to face your opponent  Infamous cling to this real shit, stuck where we started at  fuck that, not because we have to, I want to  I love this shit, the raw is what I live for  to hear the sound of the crowd roar for more  to see the niggas that can't pay rush the door  whylin' on the dancefloor  when they song come on, swingin' they fists, ready for war  but it's a different type of effect, it's not violence  they're just tranced by the advance  tranked by the sound bank  put under the drum, numbed off of our shit  now who you rockin' wit'? them or us  deep love or cheap lust?, QB 'll bust  Infamous 'till we pass on  you laughin' at the wrong shit, I take ac-tion  defend my confedons  nigga I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of bein' top dog  as we move through the stage fog  I need to bass more  so I can taste it and make ya'll go AWOL  and lose it, say no more, brace your delf, nigga it's on..     Verse 2: (Cormega)    (yo, back up yo..)    Who's tale you tellin'? are you frail or felon?  were you makin' sales or watchin' niggas sellin'?  you exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em  you never felt the moisture in the air of coke boilin'  you never felt the razor scrapin' your plate  your hands achin' yet you keep choppin' 'cause theres paper to make  you never felt the power of invincibility  clutchin' a gun like fuck it dun, it's him or me  at your best you was a hand to hand  no more than Three grams  what the fuck you know about a Ki, man?  you never hustled  lets get it right, my nigga Y would've stuck you  stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen  what you tryin' to do? help the guys in Blue?  indight niggas so that can be another rhyme for you?  you a parasite, you never had a life  so you throw other niggas lives in your pad at night  it's clever when you write it  spoken well for a dude who never been indighted  you know the deal mothafucka, the real make the fake niggas kneel  and lose appetites when you taste niggas steel  my rhymes are what it takes to get a deal and make it real  I'm like Big, you can't replace the skill  I laced it ill like Cocaine in Scarface's grill  your mothafuckin' flow is basic, chill  I'm Cormega, raw forever  y'all niggas know my steez, I'm reppin' for Queens  you minor league  I'm big time like Mark McGwire's team  your whole team is pussy, when I squeeze vaginas bleed  my lyrics stay official  I bagged up coke on dishes made of crystal  your niggas, they won't miss you  my Nickel-plated pistol - got Sixteen shots, you can take 'em wit' you  to the coffin or DA's office  surgeory, nurses screamin' "We lost him!"  life suddenly divorced him, fuck it, it cost him  if you want beef say no more  brace your delf, nigga it's on, we spray Four-Fours, bitch!