[Intro: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)]
After this drink… we-we-we…
Now become sworn enemies!
Huh-huh, after this drink, we
Now become sworn enemies!
Sworn enemies!
(Uh, yeah, come on, come on, come on, pick your gun up
Come on, come on, come on, salute n***a
Real cats)

[Hook: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)]
After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies!
(Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on)
After this drink…
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, yea
Yeah, real warriors style)

[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
Hear the crowd start holler
Stepped on stage in the Wallabee Clark
Mic check sound correct
So vivid like I'm stepping out the speaker
Streets taught never leave an enemy behind
When he goes he might strike again another time
I came home from the war
Head fucked up from the things that I saw
Women that were kin to me, slept with the enemy
General strayed, the ghost seemed tempting
They were deceive, what they were promised, was never received
I cock aim, squeeze the gun at MCs
Not for a dollar, not for the fame
Not for you to holler, or shout the god name
A risen one from the slums, speaks with authority
The dart well flourish, the wise pursuit wisdom
The fools'll soon parish…
[Hook: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)]
After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies!
(Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Yeah, yeah, get your gun ready)
After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies!
(Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Yeah, what, come on, what, yeah, uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
Ahh... this is born everlasting
The style came blasting, through your component
Making y'all want it, but y'all can't clone it
Deliver to the booth, the truth is so raw
Hard to the core, wild as a boar
A lion like roar, forty-day tour
Through the Singapore, boat with the ore
Struck a nerve when he heard the words so clear
His heart was hardened, by the lies and deceit
Then came a beat as rare as leap year
Sparked something inside that made him wanna ride
And go cop the tape, he searched for, for years
Like an old beat break, hypnotic on ice
Chilling he drankin', Armored Truck tanking
Crowd charmer, it's the Iron Mic bomber
Piercing through your armor, bad news that you can't diffuse
Short fuse, you know we can't lose
[Hook: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)]
After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies!
(Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on)
After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies!
(Come on, come on, come on come on, come on, come on)

[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
Ahh, see the God light so bright, I hoodied up the sun to glow
Few lines from the mindstate, create fat tapes to go
From the present day, let's motivate
The universe borns itself, I just insist in the action
Testing in the land of lust, stood firm, in the God I trust
Met hate at the gate, grieve, no need
Jealously took his head, and then fled
Banging in your Walkman, live from New York, in
One instance, look, clone from existence
Ride like a crocodile on the death row
The Iron Mic poem…

[Hook: Masta Killa]
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah, ahh, yea…
[Outro: sample from "Cheers"]
Making your way in the world today, takes everything you've got
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot
Wouldn't you like to get away, get away, get away…