yo, we about to twist this shit up right here   (as we cross over into a new millennium)   it might be to strong for some   so I suggest you motherfuckers   buckle the fuck up   (see what I'm saying?) - where you gonna hide?   rags to rags, how does stone turn to static?   its tragic, drop em' like a bad force of habit   not dramatic traumatic - got me turning in my sleep   pencil pushin' putos, motherfuck critiques    no defeat, compete, never sleep n' never will   and just like "the real," I've entered my time to kill   climbing in the ring, I'm gonna wear away my doubt   cause if I dug my own grave then I can dig myself out   come on, come on   check it - check it - check it   takers, fakers, barrel bottom scrapers   separating family from those phony money makers   papers, stuffed rolled and laced with a lesson   vapors graced so aftertaste is faced with a confession   end of session blessin' first impressions stessin' thinking twice   and blaming my aggressions on some other world's advice   so slice, split, splice and pay the price that it brings   but I can stand on my own, I don't need the strings   I'm not fuckin' splitt   I'm comin' out swingin', so heads be spinning   bring on the soup to keep the ear drums ringing   I'm comin' out swingin', with ties unstringing   splitting up the frame for a whole new beginning   I'm comin' out swingin'   I've told too many lies, built too many walls   broken too many hearts, shed too many tears   burned too many bridges, taken too many falls    buried too many friends, I've buried too many fears    shits pumpin', body's are jumpin`   waiting for something or somebody   up in the party to get the head bumpin'   split it up, hit it up-but get it up   while I set it up, causing confusion, we wet it up   from the drum tracks, guitars strum and high strung    and fine tuned- the time is soon so let it hum   from the power lung, the hour come to make it happen    over the bother some bitches who wanna jack it up   track it up, pick it up, you better stick it up    dope shit all over the table, you gotta lick it up    (chorus)    I`m comin' out swingin'   I`m comin' out swingin'   I`m comin' out- I'm comin' out.    motherfucker... ha,ha,ha    splitt   family feuds and family ties   now you can sew'em shut but I see through your eyes    through the surface and through the lies   and through your ability to hypnotize   now my road has spit and I can see no ends   I've got angels wings mixed with plastic friends   I got two paths to choose and I can't decide   too little, too late, two worlds divide   and our worlds divide    so better choose your side   split - and our worlds divide