Hard beats like this keep my mentality raw I g off niggas askin' what my name stands for You rain, I'm that storm, feel the pain transform, scream on tracks, I'll throw you off a train platform Listen, I give a fuck about a rappers blog, I put out skits better than your whole fucking catalog Plus I got the battle scars of a matador, all that week bullshit doesnt really matter dog I told yall, niggas need to stop actin' fly, check the forcast, birds droppin out the sky To call it apocolyptic is just being optimistic, if it goes as I predicted you don't wanna be realistic I'm not just gifted, feel free to check my statistics, if I don't get whats mine then there's gonna be some pocket pickin' And lots of riffin', oh and if I forgot to mention, I roll with a bunch of fuckin' misfits (listen!) CHORUS Ya don't stop rockin'! (To the beat yall) Ya don't quit movin'! (To the beat yall) Ya don't stop rockin'! (To the beat yall) Ya don't quit movin'! (To the beat yall) Ya don't stop rockin'! (To the beat yall) Ya don't quit movin'! (To the beat yall) Ya don't quit, and ya don't stop! VERSE 2 To the beat yall, and ya dont quit, these cats call themselves MC's, but they don't spit When I expectorate, I expect the rate of hate to rise But let it resonate, you'll see I'm trying to educate you guys And set the record straight, end the debate, the best to date is I Got beats your neck will hate, but words that's sure to devistate your mind So please don't test your fate at any rate, it's just a waste of time No need to speculate, 'cause if you hesitate, too late, goodbye Keep eyes upon your baby mama, ' cause I'm prone to poke her face and I'm known to drive the ladies gaga I'm a nigga with lattitude, chillin with my kin folk, talk with an attitude, take it as an insult I live near the liquor store, never had a drink, but I can loan you a liver though, I got what you need, ya feel me? And if I spit the most ignorant of theories I'll add a "nah mean" 'cause I don't think yall niggas hear me, to the beat

[CHORUS] I know I’ve been gone a long time, but I’m back and I want what is mine I know I’ve been gone a long time, but I’m back and I want what is mine I’m all that, give credit where credit is due, Re-Tweet Fall back, I’m ten steps ahead of you dudes, retreat Rinse, repeat, I’m raps elite I rep it to the core, without ever seeing Beat Street I got a mean streak, Cruela DeVille You got a clean bill of health nigga, you never been ill You can’t head for the hills, dont even try your luck No mountain high enough, you can’t hide from us punk This much grace is amazing, I roll with dirty gorillas, these apes aint bathing Goons, barbarians, hethens, cavemen, make no mistake that it’sThe Plague and We came along way from lacing tapes in basements, now we taking planes to the strangest places Passport’s so full, gotta staple pages So just clear the way, cause we here to stay and Don’t fuck with me [CHORUS] I know I’ve been gone a long time, but (Yeah I know) I’m back and I want what is mine (I just want what’s mine) I know I’ve been gone a long time, but (I know, I’ve been gone) I’m back and I want what is mine Raise em up, keep em high You want what’s yours, I want what’s mine Raise em up, keep em high You want what’s yours, I want what’s mine You see? They all got their hands vertical You witnessing precision when I spit it and it’s surgical I get in where I fit in, edgewise with a word or two Cause I got sick of niggas saying “Damn, I never heard of you” Now I’m bodying shows and nobody want it Damn it feels good to see people up on it Cause I remeber when, at first they wasnt Actin like I aint have their spidey senses buzzin Rappers like me aint coming ten cents a dozen I’m disgusting, one inch from the gutter Listen cousin, you never see me living a lie I push the envelope like I’m giving a bribe So Don’t fuck with me [CHORUS] I know I’ve been gone a long time, but (Yeah I know) I’m back and I want what is mine (I just want what’s mine) I know I’ve been gone a long time, but (I know, I’ve been gone) I’m back and I want what is mine If I want it I’ma get it, when I see it I’ma take it So don’t you all forget that if I’m in it I’ma make it I just want what’s mine, I just want what’s mine If I want it I’ma get it, when I see it I’ma take it So don’t you all forget that if I’m in it I’ma make it I just want what’s mine, I just want what’s mine

D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N Rip shit apart from the start til the show end D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N Rip shit apart when it drop Mecca go in! Mr. Mecca Now I can either talk about me or rap about you Now which outta the two are you thinking I’d rather do But you’d rather grab the mic knowing you had to lose Like Mecc gonna be aight with them bad attitudes Who’s mad at it? I am! Smack hands “bad faggot!” Sure shot glocks don’t send pen-knives to take a stab at it That kinda bad habit leave ya man battered Make your first move, I’ll cause your last panic You stay ass. Gay mans garbage and you straight trash. Skip a priest. I’m giving my inner demon a day pass It’s the beast, chewin up imaginary Maybach’s Split the lease?? You aint payin shit off with play cash Ya girls smile say she don’t buy you fly as I is But I smashed before so ignore her strong bias Want us to say ya hot? You done got with the wrong liars Strong tryers end up using mic cords for jaw wires Ay! I don’t give a fuck about swag, I just need yall to shut up and rhyme. OK?! I don’t wanna hear shit about cash, not unless a cut of it’s mine. OK?! Somebody get ‘em a late pass, ‘cause we grind all the time. OK?! And I will whip that ass, if you ever come across the line. OK?! PackFM Michael Jackson moonwalked, I run planet earth Things happen for a reason And this was the plan at birth Best believe it’s no coincidence this man is worth More than his weight in gold All off the way he flows You lost? The way to go Turn off the radio If you snooze, you lose Revolution won’t be televised You can’t catch it on Youtube So kill all the chitter chat When you get attacked you wont get a chance to say “Lemme twitter that” The kid is back in the atmosphere The best distro I ever had was Rapidshare So have no fear, when you see the nervous twitch Like detergent sticks, put me on the spot I got the urge to spit I murder this, word to this Y Chromosome I catch wreck with no hands, and still hold my own Im from the ground up, home grown So when they said sky’s the limit I poked a hole in the ozone YO! Ay! I don’t give a fuck about swag, I just need yall to shut up and rhyme. OK?! I don’t wanna hear shit about cash, not unless a cut of it’s mine. OK?! Somebody get ‘em a late pass, ‘cause we grind all the time. OK?! And I will whip that ass, if you ever come across the line. OK?! Substantial I’m Moses with a pen Talk like a prophet Known to spit a gem So my talk make a profit My values are valuable My views are crystal In plain black & white, this dudes official If you’s a pistol This dude’s a missile Blow up anywhere in the world from where I stand And Maryland is where I am Better tell’em You pussy in a man wardobe, you’s Ellen Your mixtape’s better than your album How come? Now your income’s a reflection of the outcome ‘Cause your units are funny Your old fans are like “I shouldn’t never gave you niggas money” My sentiments exactly I’ll always have a punchline if you insist on rapping I stick to the truth You insist on acting Get in the booth Then you insist on tapping And I ain’t gotta prove I’m realer than y’all I just hold up a mirror to y’all Look… niggerdom! Fuck any dumb ass fan that’s feelin’em Y’all ass so for kicks I put my foot in’em And rock’em to the dunk exchange, look newness They point at my feet like “Them shits is stupid!” I know, right?! Nobody as fresh as this Hitman for hire, check my references 1 Ay! I don’t give a fuck about swag, I just need yall to shut up and rhyme. OK?! I don’t wanna hear shit about cash, not unless a cut of it’s mine. OK?! Somebody get ‘em a late pass, ‘cause we grind all the time. OK?! And I will whip that ass, if you ever come across the line. OK?!

Tonedeff I’m not a millionaire, but kid, I got a million ways to rhyme With the skill that’s paired with wit atop a villain’s frame of mind Like a military hit upon civilian stations I’m equipped to kill unfairly, shit you poppin really ain’t advised If you’re willing to pay the price, I’ll hold account Life’s a revolving door, cause money, If I’m going in, you going out Funny, since I hold the clip – you owe me now Dummies dip, like “Holy Shit! That fucker Tone’s just as quick when you slow him down!” Most ridiculous show in town! Hold no interest in yours cause now Headliners don’t perform, they just sync their lips and support the crowd So I’m infamous, world renowned for my gifts when I’m beastin But, Jesus, when I leave people speechless – how will I get word of mouth? I’m a mixture of Roman power, Olympian breathing The flow is twisted. Your seasick with motion-sickness aboard the ground The known risk isn’t worth your drowning. Don’t slip! Supreme with my Sotomayor-Steeze, it’s the token spic on the court with power Hold witnesses sworn-in, vowing to rat on you cats Cause once the gavel’s tapped then that’s a wrap, hoe – pick if it’s corn or flower When we bid to get into this, plenty pricks in New York were sour Now business is infinite – ain’t no clique that gets more than ours The mission is simple: Just deliver hits to these hoards of followers Visit with tours and bond with ‘em, Hip ‘em to corporate prowlers Now THIS is a movement, not that bullshit that you force through bowels Resistance to QN5? Start enlisting your mourners now, you cowards! Ha! People wanna talk if they don’t think you looking now You can put em up, kid, if you wanna put me down Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, just Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, Trick You can never duplicate the way we made our name Cause ain’t no fuckin rules if we refuse to play the game Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, just Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, Trick Na-na-na-na-nah. PackFM Clap at your tee-pee like the passenger seat piece You don’t have to believe me, living like I’m trapped in a tv See, rapping is easy, I mastered the art of massacre Feed me beats that’s harder than the task of finding an Asterisk CD Now ask us if we be, the last of a breed Internationally known to hold the throne And prone to smash it to pieces Til wee bits of glass leave scratches on wax Now take that wax off motherfucker, like grasshoppers teacher Now as for a feature, I do this for cash only, pass on a free-be You need me for exposure, but I’m closing the latch on you leeches And raggedy creatures who don’t practice your preachin Rollin with vag is as bad as bringin sand to the beaches Now last but not least this immaculate thesis Will rapidly reach the masses and capacity peeks just as fast as they leak it You asked for it people, there can’t be no equal This track is the prequel to “Ruthless” Now watch how I ruin the raps in your leaflet. Let’s Do This! People wanna talk if they don’t think you looking now You can put em up, kid, if you wanna put me down Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, just Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, Trick You can never duplicate the way we made our name Cause ain’t no fuckin rules if we refuse to play the game Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, just Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, Trick Na-na-na-na-nah. Cue the claps, Algorythm attacks To set the Tone, now we five steps ahead of the Pack And it’s a wrap! That’s what happens, man That’s what happens, man That’s what happens, man That’s what happens, man 2DopeBoyz with the bass in the back The Meka-nized breaks make ya Shake in your tracks And it’s a wrap! That’s what happens, man That’s what happens, man That’s what happens, man That’s what happens, man

Tonedeff I got the itinerary. With this I can say with confidence I devised a trip to the very inch – a timetable of spots to hit The fly missionary: staying on top of shit; Plotting/aiming to drop them kids, to show ‘em the hits go both ways like college chicks It’s 4 AM and I’m equipped with scope, razors with diamond tips/ If you’re assuming it’s to groom, your mistaken on my intent it’s 5 AM, and we rollin’ inside the van, as we home in to make acquaintance with the anonymous faces behind the threats (Knock! Knock!) 6:00 AM, and we stationed beside the steps that we traced to this guy’s address, so we wait there in silence YES! And there he is, Arrogant Larry the Aryan terrorist/ Staring us down, frozen with his pair nailed to the ground We made our play after surveying the area/ Bound, blindfolded and shoved him in the van. He don’t know where he is now/ At 7 o clock, we settle and stop. He’s scared but still proud/ “Extended Fags ain’t shit!” (Substantial) “Make The Call!” Is Carrie around?/ “Noooo!” Hey, Carrie! Larry’s showing us where to hit town/ You leave my girl alone!” We’re out front, you care to head out?/ By 8 o’clock, Larry’s girlfriend had ate a cock Paid a cop just to stand by the van and made him watch/ You can hate with all that you got, flame us and call us stugots/ Claim to your balls that you not racist, come on now, dude, stop/ You’re berating the blue, while celebrating some coons/ The proof? Your 99% white playlist of tunes/ By 8:22, his face was pale blue and matched the logo yo, While Stan’s twittering the blow by blow/ (Substantial: “Follow That!”) Ayo, Sesh, you mind turning down the heat, bro? (Session) “Nah, fuck that, I came for the free dro, beat loads of people Teach hoes to deep throat, wear ‘em like meatcoats, I gotta pee, yo….” (door opens) Ayo, where the fuck did he go? (Typical) 9 through 10, We kicked him out. We right on sched/ A quarter to 12: Where the drive through went? FOOD!! We on a world tour with Extended Famm Haters get choked out and body slammed But we just came to party man and get it poppin’ What do you know? I’ll be damned a kid is startin’ Why you want to go and do that? It won’t be pretty Kick plenty ass when we roll up in your city like… (Shut up!) Punk! (Move!) Sucka (Shut up!) Chump! (Move!) Mu’fucka! PackFM Lunch break, kickin ass sure builds an appetite Running on an empty stomach, no way I can rap tonight Put my order in, now I’m waiting on the beverages I got a few seconds kid, let me check my messages Opinions are like tonsils – come out your mouth eventually And I ignore them, except this email that was sent to me Started off normal, greeting informal College address, probably written from a dorm room It read “Whuttup FM, I just heard your album and I gotta say, my little brother loves ‘Lessons’, But my bro’s a retard, with horrible taste And the air that you breath is an oxygen waste If I see you at a show I’ll rip you right off the stage Amd I’ma beat you til I leave you with a scar on your face!” WHAT?! Who the fuck is this? You know I researched the profile Thought I’d find a mean mugging Sasquatch with no smile, But what I found was so wild, a pimple faced pipsqueak Who probably penciled in puberty to hit this week Fire up the bus! We got another stop to make This town is filled with lots of haters, so lets decrease the population I’ma make him taste my sneaker, I don’t need no weapons either For christ sakes! This kid’s name is Ebenezer! He talkin wreckless? Put him on the guest list Let him in, we’ll show him exactly what we do to hecklers Don’t know what respect is? Ask the 5 fingers (SMACK!) (Substantial) “This aint a wrestling match!” Put him in the ring, I’ll make him tap! He can’t escape the figure 4, no one ever did before Elbow off the top rope, say my shit is not dope! Ram this motherfucker’s face right into the turnbuckle That’ll teach him. “Ow! Stop I learned my lesson!” (CHAIR) FUCK YOU! That’s what you all can get! Think about it next time you’re in the mood for talkin shit Hit him with the finisher. 3-count and its over 8 O’clock, wheres the waiter with my soda? We on a world tour with Extended Famm Haters get choked out and body slammed But we just came to party man and get it poppin’ What do you know? I’ll be damned a kid is startin’ Why you want to go and do that? It won’t be pretty Kick plenty ass when we roll up in your city like… (Shut up!) Punk! (Move!) Sucka (Shut up!) Chump! (Move!) Mu’fucka! Substantial Is it nine? Almost missed dinner time what’s all that about Got my stomach talkin’ like…“Feed me or we’re blacking out!” Boy we was on some shit! Can’t tell if this was a tour or tournament Bamas hanging all on our balls like an ornament Kinda feel bad for them Damn we missed the sound check; it’s a quarter after ten Burns scooped us in the van, back on the road my dude Love a good fight but, we got a freaking show to do Pulled up at 11:42, bout to hit the stage Here come Bill Hates with some Microsoft shit to say “Fuck Sub and them, I’ll smack him son. Rather hear some real shit about gats and guns, man!” Tried to ignore him ‘til my face got red What you say motherfucker? “What? You deaf? I said…” (Shut up) How your face feel? (Move) Now stay still Messing with my vibe when you know that I came to chill Swung a 2 piece then I hit’em with a bucket meal By the time I finish he gon’ wish he was fuckin’ killed (Session)Hey y’all what’s poppin’? (Substantial) Aww shit! (PackFM) Session again? (Tonedeff) Yeah, what you forget? (Session) Just this! (Substantial) Its midnight and its goodnight to the sissified hater Now let us do this show so they can give my paper We’ve been denied! Wait up! What you mean that they called the cops? Whole shit was pointless like flat chicks in halter tops At least they know now when they talk such trash… We’re gonna kick their fuckin ass!

Hook: Luther X 3 Martin Luther Jr. KANG! First Verse [PackFM] Let me start from the beginning at the top of the set If it aint February then you might forget For some our struggle was a fight to the death That's why I'm far from civil with these rights and lefts I'm similar to segregation, I got a dark side And when it shows, niggas split just like apartheid Outsiders wanna know, just how far I'll go To lift up the hood like the engine in my car died *Get yo' hand out my pocket!* or draw back a stump Rowdy niggas stay in the back of the bus Lookin out my window with my hand on a pump Sawed off shotgun, raw dog, you not one I haul off and pop one *RUN!* shots fired My squad's Million Man March mixed with Watts Riots Outlandish shit you never heard before Like Black Panthers pumping their fists on Jersey Shore We stand out like a protest with our leaders You had a dream thinking ignorance could defeat us It takes a lot more than a t-shirt to free us So I stand behind these bars for life like Mumia Hook Is ignorance bliss or is ignorance a bitch? X2 is ignorance bliss? is ignorance bliss? is ignorance bliss or is ignorance a bitch? Second Verse [Deacon] Snap shots, deac's Gordan Parks with a Canon and I fly over haters, on my Tuskeegee Airmen you can bring chains, bring liquor, bring famine you'll never bring a nigga down, you could bring Samson chairmen of the board, you the chairmen of the Borg and I'm coming before pharoah, with just Aaron and the Lord carrying my sword, I'm Harriet in a chariot coming with the power of infinite Secretariats the scariest slave, I'm Nat Turner in the booth I'm Denzel in glory with black burners and troops the Soujourner Truth and I'm here to put you underground and I'm striking from the clouds where the thunder pounds James Weldon Johnson from Compton stompin, while these minority chords haunt them hide under a cloth, i'm the fire on yo cross and I'm burning until ignorance is mired in a loss, nigga! Hook