[Samples] "There!" "Fancy looking fellow isn't he?" "Wait a minute, I've seen him somewhere before..." "A-ha!" [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I'm sickly, flow quarantined by the CDC Heads nod, pressure on your neck like a DDT Beat Street Ramo, spittin' on your name Rhymes travel underground like it's written on a train My position in the game, top dog, rock hard f** with everybody in your hood, just not y'all Basic, live broadcast from the ER We are talk of the town without the PR Savagely attack this Rap master craftsman Pack em in, twisted on the floor like a backspin After him, y'all will have to deal with the son of Deck One of the best that hasn't done it yet k**er Bee, chopping up the track like a Dilla beat Professor X couldn't test my ability I cave the motherf**ing roof like heavy snow Act like I told ya before Y'all ready know [Sample] "Now an attack is made..." [Verse 2: Esoteric] E-S reps, I wrote this in a GS Lex '95 To get that nineties vibe My melody, high and low fidelity darts My whole team, 7:30 like when Jeopardy starts I can't call it, unless we call my style diabolic I'm a write-a-holic, I drink ink til I vomit I think til I'm catatonic, in sync with a bag of chronic I'm bringing the mad demonic style all these rappers wanted I'm a tsar of bizzare bars, cut you like a scimitar Wichita state, X-Man'll execute you, you a dead man God willing I'm an odd villain getting top billing, with my squad chilling Blood on the tracks like Bob Dylan, die like a mob k**ing We already know the ropes We be stepping over ropes It's Andre the Giant looking down at you local folks Okey-doke, motorized vocals, yeah I practice Raised on a tape the same color as Galactus [Sample] "Hello Mr. Ghost, we meet again, eh?" [Verse 3: Ghostface k**ah] Look out, attack like a n***a on bath salts Eat his face off, leave his body on asphalt Rampant, run through your town on attack mode Savagely leave em broomstick'd in the a**hole Cobra clutch, ickiest stick to the dutch skin Throw a mask on, and go in, go in I'm a terror tuck a GEM/STAR in the New Era Walk around with two bats like I'm Yogi Berra Or Marv from Sin City rockin' robes as a trench My two weapons black have you ducking under the bench The stench of dead bodies, thoughts of the mutilation Bring you closer to God in a tight situation Or thrown in the back of the truck, a sanitation I'm ruthless, my technique is Chinese torture No IV's hanging out of your vein to support ya Everybody's talking about how the ghost caught ya Have a 5-year-old k** your a** for a quarter [Samples] "At Tony Stark's office, there is a new development..." "Ironman...? Ironman...? Red alert. Red alert."