[Intro: Dom Pachino] Yeah, yeah, yeah, what? Yeah, uh, uh, uh, criminal sh** Talk to 'em, n***a, talk to your man real quick, man Before I smack the sh** out of him, man For real, yo, yo, yo [Dom Pachino] Aiyo, move like a ninja, rule like a winner King of your center, roll with the soul that be cold as December Roll with the same goals as a go getta, thinking they no better Move with persistance, create my existence Do alotta shows to promote my flow's wicked Rep P.R. like a young lord, that's the ticket Ill representer, militant re-inventor man Look at the temperature, spot got hot, when I step in here Look how he reppin' that Staten Island rap Got this b**h all packed, that Latin cat Got the sh** on smash [Islord] Aiyo, I shoot my darts at you, son, now you like
What the f** is going on, what the f** I done did Common sense should of told your a**, n***a, you done f**ed with the wrong kid That n***a Islord, son, is off the meter The God style's hot like a heater Quick to burn ya, uh, toss and turn ya, uh Have ya a** well done on both sides Like some steak and fries, cuz I give it to ya early morning Everyday with no delay, cuz I'm always on time with it, crazy fly with it When I rhyme with it, that be me The muthaf**ing I-S-L to the muthaf**in' O-R-D In the house with the God Dom P [Chorus 2X: Dom Pachino, Islord] Pump up your fist and represent this Red hot Napalm, militant sh** Black boots, camouflage, with tanks and sh** Five star generals with ranks and sh**