Verse 1

Buckshot:

I woke up in the night

grabbed my forehead

wipe my forehead with the sweat on to the bed

Deep inside thought

thinking of a way to strapped

and walk the streets without getting clapped

Just because I'm tieing the fuzz growing in my buzz

I'm doing my justice, bust this slug to the ignorant

Who said I didn't have knowledge of self

So come and feel the wrath

So listen

First of all let me explain

That when i drop a rhyme I I make it hard enough to gain

The god is heavy

I blow you up like dynamite

Into my dome I let the L ignite

Fight, I take you on flight here

The war starts here.

BCC:

See we murder MC's every day,

motherfuckers dont play,

straight from the Bucktown side of the block

Keep your shit hot

Like we said, That's when all the madness stops

Verse 2

Buckshot:

To all the Godz who know who's the coloured man

the colored man is the obvious, you understand?

I kill him, and drill 'im in my bootcamp

Who can't survive in the creek?

You can't

Champion, bootcampian click

stick and move

I bust your shit

Move and stick

It's the original crook

Stomping through your army, what!

Gortex to your head

Keep your eyes shut

But, I'll take you in consideration

My occupation is to bust your federation

with my ammunition

Flipping precision, being precise

He's right, I'm nice

You can check my status and my apparatus

See the baddest Buckshot shot the boodah

Murder hero to clean your pipe like Ruger

Smoke a bag of charm then I drop the bomb,

Buckshot I represent the Arm Leg Leg Arm

Head, natty dread, boy big him up

Roll thick like syrup

cause chaos and terror

Chorus

I had a vision

It appeared to me in the form of a devil

but the rebel wasn't there to see

for me this is the year to be

the son of the seven, representing the sea

the heatseeker

the cypher maker

quick to take a

sec to re-a-lize, I burn right through you

Double guage

I'm pointing the rage at your culu

....

We blew the motherfucker

Now we outta here.

Chorus

Buckshot: MURDAH! MURDAH! MURDAH