[4th Disciple]   Yo, yo   Can't get no love   No love, no love   Gotta see us Blood For Blood out here   No love, no love   The war's on, no love   Ya heard? Can't get this shit no more      Extra, extra, read the news, young clowns is Hell-bound   From the universal sound, surround, comin down in yo' town   Musical compounds, brothas can't wait 'til the sounds is laid down   To express the mentals, be adjectives and nouns   Be bless for the know-how, to master and manifest ya own style   As we penetrate the scene, and run yo' projects on ya iced guillotine   You wanna know what the scheme is? Check out how we blend it   Load up the A-tone, then append it, 1 gigabyte is recommended   To extinguish the thought of you ever makin more wack sequences   Alas, that weak shit is finished, a total diminish   All wack MC's, producer wannabes and bitches sellin pussy on CD's   The future prophecy is to bring back originality   Within ya musical chemistry, wack ass niggaz      [Born Justice]   Yo, fuck y'all bitch niggaz   All y'all fake bitch-ass niggaz that roam in the streets   Fight the heat, I be ya seat   cuz blood drops hit the concrete when niggaz meet   and words be the bullets on some heat-seekin hit   cuz nowadays when blood drips   It's carved by the birds that fuck the same dick   All the niggaz that could fuck the same bitch   Coked out and shit, sodium, fuck the whole click   Run through ya town, shit sound make ya sick   Modern world, while foreigners deserve what you get   The ward'll penalize, that's injustice   Whores wanna serve, do the knowledge, sit and observe   Venomous the darts by the clicks be the words      [ShoGun Assason]   You bitch-ass niggaz, dare contest   Come against the Gods and try to manifest   You bitch-ass niggaz   Dare to contest, come against the Gods and claim rest   What? What? Yo, check it      Yo, yo, yo, yo, you can't hold ya own shit down   So, how the fuck you gon' take my crown, clown?   You ain't really ready to rumble with the Gods   Fuck around and get scarred   With ya hands high, prepare to fight for ya life   We could box or throw rocks, save ya tough talk   I'm a southpaw and my style is unorthodox   I leave you coward niggaz tremblin   Bend then I stomp a mud hole in ya ass with my Timbalands   You fuckin pansies, got more sugar in ya blood than candies   With ya sober suit-suits and ya cute matchin groups   Dancin around like prostitutes, fatality   I be ya nigga from the South, bitch   What? Fuck-U      [Outro: All]   Fuck-U, U and U   Cuz y'all niggaz ain't shit   Fuck-U, U and U   cuz y'all niggaz ain't shit   Fuck-U, U and U   Get off my dick   And ya whole fuckin crew   What? Fuck-U, nigga!   Yo, you ain't shit and ya whole fuckin click   And ya mothafuckin bitches   Fuck all y'all!   Fuck-U and U and U   Fuck-U, U, U and U   Fuck-U too, and ya whole fuckin crew   Fuck-U too   Cuz we shittin on U   Shittin on niggaz   We be the best MC's   What? *echoes*