Verse One: Jamal
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off
Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft
As for terror, I sever the best of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme
I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back
Verse Two: Redman
Who the fuck I be I, yoThere's a bookstore in town where no-one reads
And those who remember will disappear
I hate to see them getting old
But they're better dead than read
I've just discovered something new
America called and put cables on us
Now it's crazy like Disneyland
The return of the soft machine
The return of the soft machine
Take a look what's going on
The entertainment has begun
Driving in a golden car
Bigger than America
Everybody can be a fool
You can't see it but you know it's coming
The cars are flying and the people dying
Now we're back on the wild side again
Africa screams hot, hard and mean
In Europe the crimes are in the streets
So don't cry baby killer, daddy's gone a-hunting
And you know he'll be back again
The return of the soft machine
And you know he'll be back again
Tell the truth and damn the lies
Crushed by the fortune's famous eyes
Driving in a golden car
Bigger than America
Loadin' up an' havin' fun
The magic circle is the magic gun
Shooting for a golden star
Bigger than America
(repeat 6 times)