[Featuring U-God]

Yeah, ninety-six, Park Hill style

Burial ground sound, in it forever Dunn

Politic

Verse One: CappadonnaCappachino

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,