The Real Illy (Ft. Grey Ghost & MC Mantra)

[Verse 1: Illy]
Yeah, Who gonna equal this, none of them count
The sum's the whole of their parts so no point interrupting 'em now
They just divide themselves by themselves, staying boxed under the ground
Square roots, no fucking around, we nail it
They tools man, they wanna compare cuticles
The last one's standing out, like the chair's musical
Peace and games now, but ain't a distant scene to see
The blast cavities indicative the history between us
It's been war, and all's fair in it
Beware of the truth, can't raise troops off of fairy bread
At this range, our caliber won't put a hole in your head
They'll blow your head clean off your neck, bomb squad stomp in
Lock step, Illy Al, Grey Ghost, Mantrizzle
Trigga Trials in the building, supplying death till demand filled
It's a minefield, blow up appeal
Their LP's landfill soon as we sign seal and deliver the real, uh

[Turntablism: DJ Flagrant]
"Hydro Bazooka shit" "Hit em where it hurts"
"Blow them motherfucking back—back out"
"We keeps it real inside the battlefield-battlefield
Battle-battle-battlefield"
"This ain’t rap-rapping"
"This is warfare""Bitch"
"Nobody move ‘til I say-say so"
"Time’s up over-over, blaow!"