[Intro] (scratching) It's the ol'-sama Of the Commie-sama With the Ichiban DJ King of the Iron Fist We nasty at this
[Jeru] Jeru the Damaja, DJ Honda, unorthodox Off beat style, Musashi style Lyrical swordplay And it goes like this, check it [Verse One] Black Castro up on me, Fidel Negro King terrific can't be hit You're wastin' time, spendin' ammo Scientists balance pol-ar Digital mic-ro chips in your mo-lar Hardcore nucle-ar Ain't the devil happy? Har-har Rich rap star keep the sol-ar manifestation And the stars succeed to the sun in this mathematical equation Police still on my dick like an invasion Lock me up, snatch up the transportation Winter in New York, South Pacific migration Wack emcee's watch this nigga's frustration Believe me when I tell you that I dictate the mic like Fidel does his nation Keep it flowin' like libation Big heads the perfect target for decapitation Cook rhymes 'till they al dente Lock down the mic like El Presidente
[Hook] (scratches by DJ Honda) +Rule the mic like Fidel Castro+
[Verse Two] Conquer more dips than the late Hannibal Terrain gets too rough, I ride the beats like wooly mammals Smokin' shit like Joe Camel Fatally inhale Double-0-seven but you still got tail Q's scrambling device must have failed Spies, thick thighs, and mics get mil, lies Deception, military prowess Fat bitches, tours, and microphone powers Chemical warfare and mortar showers Once again blowin' up shit like the Twin Towers Poison rhymes for enemies or whoever devours Holdin' shit down until the last hours
[Hook] (scratches by DJ Honda) +Rule the mic like Fidel Castro+
El Presidente Fidel Negro DJ Honda Black Castro Musashi be doin' it like that Lyrical sword style, you know what I'm sayin'? Puttin' all emcees out on they back Can't handle it You don't know it hits you 'till it hits you That's it We done, finished Peace