{"I leave the blood spilling in the streets"}
{"I leave the blood spilling in the streets"}

[Intro: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
Yo, it's the fucking Hologram, Jedi Mind, baby
{"I leave the blood spilling in the streets"}
Bangin' y'all in the fucking face, know what I'm sayin'
With the god Jus Allah, my man Stoupe on the track
{"I leave the blood spilling in the streets"}
My motherfucking man Chico in this motherfucker
We about to take y'all motherfuckers to war
Nah'm sayin', yo Jus Allah, blow this fucking mic apart, God

[Verse 1: Jus Allah]
The metal inside the barrel passes through the frames in your glasses
Quick passage, leave your dome piece backless
Envision blackness, leave you hat-less, fucking cap-less
Marchin' n***as to the spot where the Earth's crack is
Hard to grasp like science and math is
The cavemen who don't practice and live backwards
We oxen, when Streets Is Watchin'
Release shotguns, n***as got Dietz and Watson
Feel no love, no way you shield the slugs
The ill thugs, we box with steel gloves
Doubt my faith you can taste the slug case
Leaving n***as looking like dogs with the pug face
Even your girl can catch the capsule
I love pussy but never the bitch that it's attached to
{"I leave the blood spilling in the streets"}

[Chorus: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
Why you wanna battle the kids with steel tongues?
Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock rum
85s face the truth; you're too dumb
If retaliation come, yo, then fuck it: it just come
Why you wanna battle the kids with steel tongues?
Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock rum
85s face the truth; you're too dumb
If retaliation come, yo, then fuck it: it just come

[Verse 2: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
We itching to kill, that's why we spitting the real
Stick to the drill and maybe we'll be gripping a mill'
The clip will get spilled, dump them on a ditch or a hill
Because the muhfucker ain't left me shit in his will
And y'all is always sounding like a bitch when you spill
And we the rawest motherfucking clique in the field
So real muhfuckers better recognize real
Or ill muhfuckers gonna exercise skill
Y'all better chill when the Hologram build
Little muhfucker got hands that's like steel
Whoever approach me and what I feel
{"Might find their legs being replaced by steel"}
So y'all better yield or I'ma choke faggots
My hand held more razor blades than coke addicts
We like to quote fascists 'cause we the meanest
And rip off your fingers with the pliers of Chaka Demus
[Chorus: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
Why you wanna battle with kids with steel tongues?
Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock rum
85 face the truth; you're too dumb
If retaliation comes, yo, then fuck it: it just comes
Why you wanna battle the kids with steel tongues?
Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock rum
85s face the truth; you're too dumb
If retaliation comes, yo, then fuck it: it just comes

[Outro]
Yo yo yo yo Jedi Mind, baby
Ikon the Hologram
Army of the Pharaohs
{"I leave the blood spilling in the streets"}
How y'all feel?
What the fucking deal, baby