[Interlude] Your choice is simple: Join us and live in peace Or pursue your present course and face obliteration We shall be waiting for your answer [Verse 1: A-Dre] I'm the answer to your prayers I've been asked to become a slayer And I'm here to declare; you don't have to worry I've warned these weak Emcees Whether or not they get mad at me It's no one's fault I flow nicely with ease I aim to please, keep my distance from cheap ones like coupons They keep on pleading me to stop I'm never off the clock Sought out to gain a name in the game, at the top Something like the sniper that shot Kennedy on his noggin' I'm rhyming about nothing ordinary when pertaining to legendary status Glad this is merely a small step for my success to come I'm feeling enemies have become scared near me They fear me, they can't think clearly Nothing really can compare, to my invincible flair Unpredictable every year, you're predictable everyday, you're doing typical stuff Why lie? Why bluff? Too many white lies I've had enough, of these so called "artists" So I'm going the hardest, flawless in this spittin' business Been doing this for four years, Performing for all my peers Welcoming cheers, ignoring sneers Making sure I steer to the right career, Staring at my path with no fear In the future you'll look back at my past, definitely reminisce and revere my success A-Dre! [Interlude 2] The decision rests with you [Verse 2: Johnny Parker] Nevermind that mu'f**a' we made it Temper on my back, hail to this rap sh** I swear, I (been) rapping for too long Took long but I came in dissing a couple of you (Ive) Got this game at a W Most of this fame is a double you I ain't here to wait, not gonna wait to come on through I'm in here to do what I gotta do I'mma do, I'mma do, I'mma do me Stay back, stay strapped, I'm on the flee Gotta get, gotta spend all of that green All of them, I'mma spray all that Febreeze Honestly, all of these stink Epic like the Odessey scene They asking man, "How does he sing?" I ain't none of that Glee Ho, I'm the whole rap scene, b**h [Verse 3: Backbone] I'm beginning to feel like the King of Brownsville People jealous of me because my sound's ill Murder, pop, lock and drop cause my flow's so hot Drop the act, show me what you've got Shot on the block, call the cops; don't care I grab that mic and they stop and stare Voice in my head like a mental asylum Bodies, I pile 'em up and I light 'em up, and ignite the fire I'm trying to make it big and these haters won't buy it You can hear it on the track, that every time it make a rap, the King of rap is me And all these other s**ers standing back Amazing what I cold do with my tongue-tongue Rap fast, stand back, cick clack Brrrrat-at-tat-tat Blah blap!! [Interlude 3] You have underestimated our lyrical abilities Tranquility is no more, therefore there will be no hesitation We've been patiently waiting, but the Production must rise It has begun; Welcome, to a New Gen [Verse 4] [Backbone] Backbone, that man; king of the rap band Dark Knight; Batman! Back-hand; Smack! Damn! [A-Dre] Trapped in my lyricism, emphasis on my vision The whole universe should hear my verse I'm all about the peace, but if you want a piece of me, I guarantee you're gonna get beat completely Ballin' like Kirby and Kobe on a cold beat! [Johnny Parker] (Be)'Coming the illest in this rap sh** We be listening to Wu-Tang, now they listen to that all new, New Gen