[scratching of the words "Refuse to lose"]      [Verse 1]   Here's ya ticket, ain't nothing more sick than terror dome   I walk the path of righteous even when foul like joe peppitone   The clock awoke me, it was like a quarter past six   Got out of bed depressed home wid the kids talkin' bout real shit   Non-Phixion, if you ain't down wid us then you a victim   We stay tight like killers up north a new religion   The ghetto's hell filled wid bad luck and born thieves   Impossible greed throughout the projects mothers that blow weed   Dance like Sam Jackson for rocks, aim at the cops   Camouflage able to sensitise devils wid red dots   I take Ashem's orders keep my team closer to Mexican borders   With no pausin' full outstanders ghetto supporters      Hook:   I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose"   I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose"   (2x)      [Verse 2]   My baretta will serenade displays the worldly terror devils made   They spread the plague of AIDS through medicaid   And then they pray to idols made of gold   Drapes ya blood and mark the scroll cold   Broken skulls ontop of frozen totem poles   Although the world's deviled and redded I stay level headed   While these other cats are way too stupid so I doubt they'll ever get it   You can't change somebody ignorant that want to be like that   It's like detoxin' someone hooked on coke who won't stop smokin' crack   Jane what?, unimportant paranoia stricken caught squeakin'   Stickin' these normally peaceful people they clock tickin'   Situations we escape, police station interrogation   I stay a caucasoid mutation and destroy the nation   I got the sharper sound, I fuck you up like you had chicken pox   and got ya ass thrown in a piranha tank   Twistin' the blitz of hot Non-Phixion cataclysm   Shatter ya vision like a gat blastin' at ya children      Hook (2x)      [Verse 3]   I GOT COMPULSIVE DISORDER so many people snortin' smack   It's like I died and came back to take the presence of a rat   Cause the streets that I walk is filled with garbage and traps   Sure lack of funds ain't holdin' none   Throughout the mash for better cash   When I was ten I used to buy liquor wid no I.D   Thinkin' back subliminally the store clerk was tryna kill me   I was born in Puerto Rico raised in Brooklyn graz-ing   Forced to be a man before even men became men   Welfare and food stamps poor shit it made me sick   Watchin' dealers all I stood makin' loot holdin' they dick   I hated Eddie Murphy used to wish that he would quit it   All that you ain't got no ice cream shit son, I lived it   The bitter be the winter cold fours and street wars   Saw the cops raid my the block and put the gods in on force   Fifteen now I'm addicted to weed and nicotine   Hip hop, lots of pussy and ladies wid strife scenes   Robbin' gear from Chess King doin' my thing but got caught   Learn to crush ya lies within the whole structure of the thought   I got barred, a j.d. card was bizarre   Started buildin' with the force he put me on that I was God   Travel-ing from the place on the day I realised   That the window to the soul be directly in the eye   Art of war path, I study astrology and math   The equator symbolic to how they split us up in half   From bombs in outer space to violatin' our rights   To cops who shove sticks in asses in Crown Heights   To kids bein' raped to A&R's wid no taste   To classism to race to buck fifties on the face man      Hook (2x)   *scratching of "refuse to lose" until fade*