[Verse 1: Jon Murdock]
Andre Iguodala, weed and powder, peep the power
Snipe you from the light tower, lyrical mic hour
To bird brains, my words James Bond to lames
Graffiti write and miss the gla**, straight bomb the trains
Call it exquisite, call it the mystic pallor, who is it?
Knock, knock, who's there? Drawin' the biscuit
Sniper shot, pipework, the lone gunman Patrón guzzlin'
The phone's buzzin', Joane's husband kept the chrome buckin'
Bruce Willis in the boat off the bridge, throwin' somethin'
A rug this time but the k**er's his own cousin
Diabetic, sugar down, boogie down Bronx
I'ma set it, took the sound, look around, watch
Rhyming fetish shook the clown, crooked smile ox
Looking down, look, he's down, your rookie style stops
Reverse and rewind him, style tight like a condom is
Who the f** you know rhyme like this?
The verbal magnum Trojan horse, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Ran from the cops, stepped in mud and he ditched his Asics
He spitting basics like math and subtraction
We're like Algebra, silencer, blastin' the Gatlin'
Dipped in the back where Ben was snortin'
Watching American History X, Edward Norton
Snitches get bucked, put Feds in coffins
It's the Flying Dutchmen, seize men for talkin', motherf**ers
[Verse 2: Lex Starwind]
Hard body sh**, stone and granite, roam the planet
In the zone I landed can't control the panic, flow is damaged
Foul weather therapy, rhythm hit him, Eric B
God bless the dead, he's buried and gone, just let him be
It's the Dutchmen, baby, crush mics crazy
My tongue touch torch mics for frostbite babies
Ice age era, with a nice chain, fella
Back pocket wallet raped for your safe, take cheddar
Straight setup, Italiano job like Seth Green
Mini coupe to your roof, splash your wet dream
Turn into a nightmare, parsecs three of my light years
Travel space-time with rhymes but still I'm right here
Mine, the TEC mine, detect matter, detect money
No technical technicality taking sh** from me
Just take the ticket to back where the f** you came from
Outlaw Star by far, I'm still the same one
Only a bit different, still spit sickenin'
When I perfect plex your rep, the next step is to pin him
One, two, three countdown, out on the campus
Drink two or three stouts then I'm out doing dance steps
Got your b**h backing it up and percolatin'
Off a half a Percocet, she jerkin', I'm squirtin' later
I'm workin' it, certain flavor, Triple Ated the majors
When I knock 'em out the park 'cause my hits are the greatest