{movie sample, unknown man}      For some warriors, the answer is crystalised in an instant, their   Instincts point them only one way. the truth becomes undeniable, and   Apocylptic.      [dom pachino, p.r. terrorist]      I got a hunger for the mic my appetite strike late at night   Food for thought, hold down a fort   Up in the port of riches last seen giving stitches,   Grab the can by ? crucifix, his team actin superstitious,   One eyein, one fakin, reachin for his iron   And one tryin to get close, I got the toast   And I'm firin, blood gushin, commotion   Still zonin off the war potion      [beretta 9]      Yo wha, yo   We be the masters of circuference,   My thought cant behold body, mind control substance   For the key to this shit, kid   Examin the imposter, group of a uh-life's   My team be deep like a roster, you lobster   You break the edges of all the ?    Cut the tongues off all the snakes   Just one hiss may cost ya, the price of ya life   I should always think twice, remember always think twice   Because mistake may be comin away kid   So wake the fuck up, yo wake the fuck up, yo      [islord]      Aiyoo, straight up and down   Dont even bring that type of shit around me   You live get ya whole neck slapped off ya shoulders   Quick fast, faster than the eye blink, so why think   You could live amongst the, livest mc's   And d-o-d's that I run with,   And collaborate my thoughts with   To elevate to higher standard as I landed,   But never stranded as the God p.r. terrorist apprehended   Analog suspects on the set         [dom pachino]   Dirty doctrine, killer concoction, rhyme rottin,   Stay plottin, yesterday wake, grenade shoppin   Caught a nice one, grave the vest-a   To track a ? that may get bloody, ugly   Dippin in mud, my soldiers gonna love me   Grab a mic, look into the sunshine way above me   Hold my forehead, today had my daily bread   Shared it with you, make sure my fans are always fed      [killa sin]      Yo I'm pullin wrestiln moves,   My competition headlocked into submission,   While shots are lickin   Pickin through crops of intuition,   Yo my brain starts to change shorts are strange (what)   Names brought in vain, court physical force of unexplained   For the battle of my life in the night light   This nigga grab a mic tight   Strike with a flash of dynamite, right   So figure this, killa get vigorous   A lyricist supremicist attackin the track like ? of villages      Run, we still pillagin dunn