[Pop The Brown Hornet]  Hip hopnotized, don't look surprised  As I lure you into the world of true lies  You never witnessed the excellence of pure poetry  Performed by a Shaolin monk straight out the monastery  Hittin your cranium like two jugs of helium  Blowin you up like explosives on a truck  The outcome is similar to Hiroshima  As I bounce off the scene like a jet-black Beamer  Nuthin like the rush I receive from killin MCs  Enemies better freeze before I squeeze  It's life or death wrapped up in a single breath  Electrifyin, watchin MCs careers dyin  Gettin struck with the accuracy of a sniper  No doubt, the sight of blood gets me hyper  Ready to run up in your area  With a silencer *wsh-wsh* die muthafucker  Yeah, wassup now boy, all you can take, you can't take no more  Next up is the Down Low Recka    [Down Low Recka]  In your circumference, quick fast you never saw me comin  Like that gun I'm stunnin, makin niggas run and  The shocker, I cause electrical sparks  Like a flashin light in the dark in the thunderstorm at night  The bark is equivalent to the bite  So test the teeth, nigga feel the grief  Bloodthirsty, observe as I rehearse thee murder plan  White man can't kill like my pen  I'll be damned if I let these niggas approach me  On the East side where my coast be, look closely  Before I snap my fingers and transform to smoke with the quickness  No doubt I'm sick with the slickness  The realness, ten years of dues I can't lose  Paid up, dyin in this bed that I made up  So be out before I spit out the venom  And be my victim so I can live forever in the rhythm    [Pop The Brown Hornet]  Bow down to the underground emperor  Once you enter the circle you find me in the center  Of definite laced with pure entertainment  Bangin your brain like uncut cocaine  Movin like the theif in the night when I strike  It's like equivalent to a killer shark's bite  No remorse if a life is lost  If you're playin the game that's the price it cost  It could be deadly fuckin with a Shaolin machette  Walk poundin heavy plus your palms is all sweaty  You're up against a terror  I think it's best you better get your act together  Your style's phony like pleather  Full trait to di-tect hard rock frauds  My blows penetrate deeper than Shaolin swords  Not many can withstand the impact of a rap act  Hittin harder than a rape victim's flashback    [Down Low Recka]  Once you die, your grave I'ma put you in it  Now take a number and I'll be with you in a minute  Look at the hunter and catch me if you can, I'm here  Right in your area, scarin up your atmosphere  I'm out to get you for not knowin the issue  I'm throwin fullstyle rep, I plan to hit you like a homing missile  Don't run for cover, don't waste my time  Push your luck when you know I caught ya and you stuck in the torture