[Sample: "Dear Love" by Tragic Sense]
I don't know how I should be feeling
In this sudden mess of me
But if that's true, could I have been
So easily forgotten?

[Kool G Rap]
(Yeah n***a)
(NY to Philly... what y'all n***as feel like? Drama?)

[Vinnie Paz]
(Kool Giancana! Jedi Mind!)

[Kool G Rap]
(That's the case n***a...)

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
N***a you know the Don's armed wit sixteen
And I do harm for this big cream, the whips and the carriage
Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, slippin' the fabrics
Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hittin' the hazards
Spot a bitch wit that Cris habit, gotta have it
Fuck shorty and send her OT wit a brick in her baggage
Roll where the clubs at, slip her the rabbit
Chick only lick dick status to get cabbage
Dick get lathered to the thick baptist
Who back on the map? Giancana wit a vengeance
It's drama to the finish, put the llama to your appendix (aiight)
Squeezin' a slug, gunpowder season your blood
I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug, n***a
This where the buck stops, fuck rocks
Buck shots at the top money, what the fuck you forgot?
Thought I was done and wasn't thuggin' the block?
Still real, bustin' the Glock
Put it where you could see it (blao) what up now?
[Sample: "Dear Love" by Tragic Sense]
I don't know how I should be feeling
In this sudden mess of me
But if that's true, could I have been
So easily forgotten?

[Vinnie Paz]
Yo, bust a motherfuckin' gat to this
Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholics
I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate
My rap elaborate, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it
My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it
I'm surly, miserable cat that slap shorties
Looks kinda resemble that of fat Pauly
I don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me
Chain hang down to my dick, I'm that gaudy
I don't even fuck wit you cats, you rap poorly
I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny
Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you
And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do
You should understand that I ain't really fuckin' around
And if you don't, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground
We buckin' em down, cuz that's how wrong my life is
Y'all don't understand how fuckin' strong my wife is
I'm from a time where every song was righteous
Before rap was just a swarm of white kids
And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness
Or just another victim to the pawns and shysters
I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers
And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless
What! Fuckin' Vinnie Paz daddy! Jedi Mind Tricks! (Yeah!!!)
[Sample: "Dear Love" by Tragic Sense]
I don't know how I should be feeling
In this sudden mess of me
But if that's true, could I have been
So easily forgotten?

[Kool G Rap]
(G Rap Giancana... Jedi Mind... Y'all n***as know... Vinnie Paz)

[Vinnie Paz]
(Y'all are fuckin' runnin' wit words... the fuckin' legend)

[Kool G Rap]
(My n***a Stoupe on the track... Enemy of Mankind, you feel me?)

[Vinnie Paz]
(It's just the fuckin' beginning, motherfuckers! We back out this motherfucker! Stronger than ever! You fuckin' crumbs!)

[Kool G Rap]
(What... holla back)