[Vinnie Paz talking]  Yo, this fuckin' Vinnie Paz baby  Esoteric baby, 7L baby  We takin' y'all motherfuckas to war  Teachin' y'all how to rhyme, awrite  So feel me, before I stuff a fuckin' sock in ya mouth  and stick you in my trunk, what, check it out  It's like this, yo, yo, yo    [Vinnie Paz]  This Vinnie Paz let me tell you how I handle my beef  Hands in ya safe, watch how I slang to a beat  And you weak motherfuckas better stand at my feet  'Fore I beat motherfuckas when I handle my heat  So consider this verse here a motherfuckin' bomb threat  Cause I ain't even let out, all of my dogs yet  I ain't even pulled out my four fours yet  I ain't even let out, all of the launch yet  That's why ya plams sweatin', you fake bitch  I'm strong like Iron Mike Tyse in eight six  You fake snitch, you get slashed wid fast razors  Fuckin' wid Paz mean you dead, and that's basics  Slash racist, he'll rob ya parents and go  Y'all crazy big wid no skill like ?????? bo  Vinnie Paz bring physical rain  And the only thing y'all feel is physical pain, what    [Hook:]  We steady blastin, ya city gon' crash in  Ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin  See a wack rapper, and start smashin'  "And that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction"    [Esoteric]  I'm like Bill Gates motherfucka  You're like Philbert Grate's younger brother  My rap style's undiscovered  Dames wide like the frame or the Lincoln Navigator  Style just like an aborigine that wrestles alligators  You know the deal crab rappers peel  I give 'em shit that they can feel  My style's like steel  You can stop tanks wid it, rob banks wid it  Plot pranks walk planks block shanks wid it  That's why when I challege you cats you ain't wid it  And that's where the battle is at you can't spit it  Rappers tryna play-che, that'll be the day-che  Pulls a forty-five and ain't just spittin' reggae  Today's pay day, we on some dumber shit  Rip you out the whip throw ya body up the front of it  Put you in check, put my foot to your neck  You lookin' up to Esoteric and I've come to collect    [Hook x2]    [Vinnie Paz]  The Army is back, and we bombin' the track  Armed wid a gat, blood spill onto the DAT  Regardless of that, battery assault wid a mack  And Vinnie Paz a motherfuckin' dog when I rap  You beef wid one of us, we all in ya back  And a muh'fucker like me, put claws on ya back  Stalk you like that, y'all just talk like Grovano  My team, they fuck up more keys than a piano    [Esoteric]  Yo check it, my method on the microphone's murderin'  Blood curdlin', surfacin', the soul purpose still  Circling, in ya shitty deck  I defeat a vet, leave him wreck his breath  watch him bleed to death  Cause I'm the type of rapper that packs to full capacity  Actin' like you packin' a gapper to pull the blast on me  With Vinnie Paz on my side known as Ikon  We got it covered like cats that hold the mic wrong    [Hook x2]