[Q] Forever united, we walkin this planet of
gasses

True to all my niggas till my life span
passes

[S] With the (shhh) sound of the pyro camp

You's a fool if you try to get the Psycho
amped

[J] We could stomp, give it a loud clap {*clap
clap, clap*}

Champ chomp the competition, full back tackle

ya quaterback

[Q] We tight like ten virgins in a Porsche

double parked car, Miagi's wax on technique

couldn't block ours

[S] Like dark scars, my fam stays on my skin

beginning to never end

there's many different ways I'ma win

[J] My brain jiggle in pickled jars

Brooknam phenomenan, Worf

a lush in bars, black fingers splittin cigars

[S] Shittin in bars with a crazed smell

Lord praise Swel!

'Cause time is 11:34 when I'ma raise hell

and truly I'll react and you will get

attacked world-wide

My crew is on the map, yo Q! You got my back?

[Q] No question, like, like.. The Roots

without their drummer

You step up in a relay, son you got ya'self a
runner

Targeting the government, you got ya'self a
gunner

We breakin through the surface 'cause we

tunneled through the under

[Chorus 2x:]

In the club, we got it locked

We, WOOOOH!

Only if we should, then we rock

We, WOOOOH!

Rollin through ya hood or ya block

We, WOOOOH!

Louder! WOOOOH!

Prouder! WOOOOH!

[S] Remain calm, ladies on line because we gettin

our game on, and anybody breakin up

the hustle and they gone

[Q] Like Schwarzenegger biceps, the family stay
strong

Nothin you can say wrong, we righteous

speak the same slang

Microphone spit unite us, love to all the fam

and give a fuck who don't like us

[J] We thorn coated our hearts, so I rock

invisible horns

Sworn heat raised deceased, got niggas
screaming

Ya dead wrong! Snatch the hoochies ice

she's twice the chicken I am

You ain't a playa, trade ya foodstamps

Tell ya baby dad to buy 'em

[S] Rollin with us, ain't no need to keep a low
profile

We could all go wild and keep the po-po out

We can liven up the party, drink all up the
Bacardi

Dance and move ya bodies with hotties to
Ladi-dadi

[Q] +We don't cause trouble+, 'less you want the
bubble

popped double, what you gonna drop? Zepplin
kid

We gonna rock, Arsonists fam, global
relatives

connecting world-wide, thanks for pyromaniacs

investin

[J] Somebody gonna fry in here tonight!

Too many niggas that like to fight,

hang tight and that ain't right!

(Chorus 2x)

I bet you made that up by yourself