Featuring U God]  
 Yeah  ninety six  Park Hill style  
 Burial ground sound  in it forever Dunn  
 Politic  
 Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino  
 Here we come  right through your eardrum Dunn  
 Cherry head catch  feel the draft of the aks  
 You catch one  trying to pretend you could win  
 Headlock  show the block kid counterattack  
 Don of mine stay connect  4th Disciple trife  
 Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam  
 Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin  
 Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever  
 chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king  
 So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down  
 Only two loyal, dustin that find you there for  
 You wanted to enter thirty-six in the soil  
 My technique is speak have you knocked out weak  
 Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep  
 Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle niggaz can't stop  
 Runnin wild like a child till we reach the top  
 Stapleton, New Bright, and West Brighton the harbor  
 Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech  
 Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up  
 Cap the imperial, bring out new material  
 You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head  
 Wu is in town, catch the hand-off  
 Prepare for my dancehall standoff  
 Mercy when I come blow your mic-hand off, sorry I touched him  
 Here they come again through customs  
 Mad ways to dead the wax one way to bust him  
 Chorus:  
 If it's alright with you it's alright with me  
 We can take this rap game to a higher degree  
 We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be  
 Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon  
 Verse Two: U-God, AKA Golden Arms  
 These ninety-nine powerful circling swords  
 Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on  
 Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists  
 Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist  
 Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist  
 Burnt to a crisp, bombarded my pistol grip  
 Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone  
 Leaning Tower Pisa sounds of the Mars zone  
 Chef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still linger  
 Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up  
 Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm  
 Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend  
 I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion  
 I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean  
 My path releases, volcanic acids  
 Engage in the page activity is autographics  
 Fraction of my busting microphones start to lust and  
 words plays over power practice might bust em  
 The black male persuasion known to hunt you for sane  
 The Big Apple verbal concert, for the occasion  
 The vital snap, now insert my Spinal Tap  
 I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped  
 The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan  
 With Earth Wind and Fire, ice water dead grams  
 American hustler up and coming with a vengeance  
 Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension  
 one lesson motivation for my pistol profestation  
 Slang person nailed now we move on a motation  
 Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel  
 Politic the defecit measure, point the decibel  
 We're credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrel  
 Advanced chemo, Die Hard to my demo  
 Chorus