Cross Fire Swollen Members (Ft. Strong Arm Steady, Talib Kweli & Tre Nyce)

[Intro]
S.M., S.A.S., you already know what it is
Tell 'em baby

[Krondon]
You ain't got the right to be talkin' out the side of your mouth
You ain't tight, you shouldn't utter a word
Your art's absolutely absurd; I'm precise
You can't compare to me, your shine ain't that bright
Yeah, think I better turn you into food for the fishes and
Leave behind upset cryin' senior citizens
Cryin' on that shit again, shotgun Charlemagne
The bar's still open so drink with the Steady gang
It's all free, no need for membership
Premium businessmen believe me it's Blacksmith
Talk smack and I'll castrate you with a Battle Axe
Swell up your membrane, then kick a battle rap

[Talib Kweli]
Hey~! Get off your high horse come down to where the battle at
That ain't real rap you +Brokeback+, where your saddle at?
S.A.S. klack-klack-klack, your body's in the black bag
Thinkin' on some punk rock shit like Black Flag
Operation Ivy with the poison in the ink well
Punchline screw your face up like a stank smell
Kweli so funky, got your nose runny like a blow junkie
Blacksmith, my people never go hungry
You rappers flow so crummy; I get the sisters and the snowbunnies
Buyin' up the tickets, gettin' show money
Oh fo' sho' Money, it's the gentlemen charmed
Rappers rot in pieces like the tat on Eminem's arm