[Scratch Hook] "What you want with the underground kings?" "Trust me" "You don't want none of me man" - Sk**z 'Y'all Don't Wanna Do That' "Penetrate the underground" "Rip real game" - M.O.P "Making sure they heard it right" - Juice "What you want with the underground kings?" "Trust me I'm as live as it gets" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom' "Notes, batter ba**, murder treble" - Shabaam Sahdeeq 'Every Rhyme I Write' "Use the microphone as my accomplice" - Redman 'It's Like That' [Verse One: Juice] Somebody, dim the lights, prepare the booth sh**, get your bungie cord, prepare the chutes Rappers can't really do sh** but stare at Juice I'm the opposite of a Chinese/American truce I'm nuclear war, damaging your frame Let's separate Juice from all the rappers in the game Separate me from all your open mic's please Cause them little guns ain't smoking like these Plus I pull a gun off hand all full of Rum Bullets will come flying with no bullets in son But see I'm not the type to just pull it and run I'll stay there gunning, why play fair? Rule #3, stay out of J hair Stay off of J block or catch a stray shot It's d**h and dishonor, I keep sick drama The mind of Fidel Castro, I'm just calmer C.O.D.E. R.E.D This is D.O.P.E. staring me Code Red, you n***as hot that's why I'm ripping with y'all But you other n***as, know that Juice is different than y'all You need to face it, my doe, my flow is just best And holler at me pimp I got 'dro in excess And by the time n***as see J back in Louisville I guarantee I'll have at least two/three mil' [Scratch Hook] [Verse Two: El] Ayo who spits? With attitude like rude b**h If it ain't El, it don't blend like a Clue mix Rappers front hard but got no balls like eunuchs Before seeing me, you'd rather see your mom in a nude flick I bust out the soul/sole even when my shoes fit Acapella, acoustic or live band on some Roots sh** Element 1's roots is, more deeper than rap is Deeper than, Jigga's drug money under that mattress A whole lot of you cats is, one of the main factors That Code Red run the streets while showing their a**es Cracker a** crackers Even Japs and blacks is Downloading my tracks as if I own half of Napster You half a rapper, mixed with two quarters b**h And your money don't stack just like two quarter's split I'm like two corner's of Crips and two blocks of Bloods Before you posture up, better do lots of d** Are y'all some 2Pac's or what? Same thugs running around like you hot When you 'bout to make a the Element hot you up It's Code Red and Juice but you behind the 12's Them majors ain't want it so we signed our self [Scratch Hook]