[Pop The Brown Hornet] Hip hopnotized, don't look surprised As I lure you into the world of true lies You never witnessed the excellence of pure poetry Performed by a Shaolin monk straight out the monastery Hittin your cranium like two jugs of helium Blowin you up like explosives on a truck The outcome is similar to Hiroshima As I bounce off the scene like a jet-black Beamer Nuthin like the rush I receive from killin MCs Enemies better freeze before I squeeze It's life or death wrapped up in a single breath Electrifyin, watchin MCs careers dyin Gettin struck with the accuracy of a sniper No doubt, the sight of blood gets me hyper Ready to run up in your area With a silencer *wsh-wsh* die muthafucker Yeah, wassup now boy, all you can take, you can't take no more Next up is the Down Low Recka
[Down Low Recka] In your circumference, quick fast you never saw me comin Like that gun I'm stunnin, makin niggas run and The shocker, I cause electrical sparks Like a flashin light in the dark in the thunderstorm at night The bark is equivalent to the bite So test the teeth, nigga feel the grief Bloodthirsty, observe as I rehearse thee murder plan White man can't kill like my pen I'll be damned if I let these niggas approach me On the East side where my coast be, look closely Before I snap my fingers and transform to smoke with the quickness No doubt I'm sick with the slickness The realness, ten years of dues I can't lose Paid up, dyin in this bed that I made up So be out before I spit out the venom And be my victim so I can live forever in the rhythm
[Pop The Brown Hornet] Bow down to the underground emperor Once you enter the circle you find me in the center Of definite laced with pure entertainment Bangin your brain like uncut cocaine Movin like the theif in the night when I strike It's like equivalent to a killer shark's bite No remorse if a life is lost If you're playin the game that's the price it cost It could be deadly fuckin with a Shaolin machette Walk poundin heavy plus your palms is all sweaty You're up against a terror I think it's best you better get your act together Your style's phony like pleather Full trait to di-tect hard rock frauds My blows penetrate deeper than Shaolin swords Not many can withstand the impact of a rap act Hittin harder than a rape victim's flashback
[Down Low Recka] Once you die, your grave I'ma put you in it Now take a number and I'll be with you in a minute Look at the hunter and catch me if you can, I'm here Right in your area, scarin up your atmosphere I'm out to get you for not knowin the issue I'm throwin fullstyle rep, I plan to hit you like a homing missile Don't run for cover, don't waste my time Push your luck when you know I caught ya and you stuck in the torture