Its like a muthafucking tradition, just to bomb competition And diminish their division with precision my religion is the Drum and the bass and I place my lifetime Right between em', like a teen be sniffing on the white lines When I recite rhymes, cause I'm speeding Take a seat and see that we are seething, enraged Don't let the beast out the cage, cause its feeding Time, I'm bleeding rhymes, haemophiliac rap Painting patterns, I drew blood over Pat and Stu's stuff Challengers get bruised up you might wanna move chump Out the way, I'm about to spray Another clip of lyrics at the critics, we the sickest out AYE!
You know the plight get wild for the night And if the cops call tell em' your state of mind is anarchy (I tell em' through the wire) fuckin anarchy Set your city on fire