Thun & Kicko Cormega (Ft. Prodigy)

[Produced by Havoc]

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
You's a notebook crook, with loose leaf beef
A backseat criminal who pass the heat
To somebody that blast the heat
Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street?
A villain on the vinyl; an analog outlaw
A lot of gats on your DAT, taped southpaw
You thuggin' when the mic's plugged in
Barkin' through the speakers like you got no sense
You wild on the two inch
Got your platinum plaques to prove it
Your music's been around the world movin'
And it come right back around to the ground, don't it?
Now it's time to face your opponent
Infamous cling to this real shit, stuck where we started at
Fuck that, not because I have to, we want to
I love this shit, the raw is what I live for
To hear the sound of the crowd roar for more
To see the niggas that can't pay rush the door
Wylin' on the dancefloor
When they song come on, swingin' they fists, ready for war
But it's a different type of effect, it's not violence
They're just tranced by the advance
Tranqu'ed by the sound bank
Put under the drum, numbed off of our shit
Now who you rockin' wit'? Them or us?
Deep love or cheap lust? QB or bust
Infamous 'till we pass on
You laughing at the wrong shit, I take action
Defend my confidantes
Nigga, I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of being top dog
As we move through the stage fog
I need to bass more
So I can taste it and make ya'll go AWOL
And lose it, say no more, brace your delf, nigga it's on..