[Intro: James Garcia]
What's up, motherfuckers? This is James Garcia, aka Young Wicked, aka that Quieros De Sangre, motherfucker. And I'm here to let y'all know, this Mobstyle shit, it ain't no motherfuckin' play play. This ain't for play play. This for keeps. Buk, let 'em know (Let 'em know)

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
They don't want this, promise y'all don't want this
Lurkin' for the streets like some headhunters
Block veteran, listen to what my gut says
Radar's blinkin', rivals comin' what my hunch is
Ain't trippin' though, your boy packs a wallop
May God give you strength if you still want to follow
Wallow in some thug shit like a mud pit
Beat your brakes off like a drum kit
We the last of the real ones, big facts
Took it all the way, fed time, did that
Went to war with some killers, so merciless
Bumped heads with the gods like Perseus
Made it out but not without scars
Learned how to battle, ain't talkin' 'bout bars
Spear and a shield, war god like Mars
Never been scared to drag a Titan through the yard

[Chorus: Young Wicked]
Now it's time for war, gods and Titans roar
It's the Clash of The Titans, thunder and the lightning
Tryin' to tread on me and you'll be walkin' with the viper
And it's on! Cla-Cla-Clash of The Titans!
And it's on! Cla-Cla-Clash of The Titans!
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