[Carver]: Its all bullshit. You know that. I know that.
Hey, come along with me man. We'll have a budget, huh?
Well have some clout, well have some...
[John Hull]: I didnt get into this for that.
[Carver]: But thats all there is.
[John Hull]: Well, if that's all there is, I've been wasting my
m*********g time with you. I can get more clout and more money on
the street than I can get following your a*...
The game is polluted with rappers that are really snitches
And most DJs are nothing but industry bitches
And we don't got no mansion or riches
But we got guns and knives and your children's pictures
And everybody loses in war, but you lose more
What do you think we brought back the Panthers and the Zulu for?
Immortal, witch doctor, made himself a voodoo doll
For every m*********r that fronted that I can recall
F***k the industry, don't call me, you can't get with me
I leave niggas hanging, like Mississippi
RBG to the last drop of blood in my body
Or the feds drag me away, like a Tsunami
But Ill be back, like a fresh body bag from Iraq
Like a Baltimore slum, during the resurgence of crack
Brown and black, like the AK I keep in the strap
While we waiting on the next stock market collapse
[Fatz da Assasin]
Territorial oratory editorial
F***k around I'll be the cause of your life's memorial
I write wraps territorial east coast porters too
Never crossing borders still I will coastally slaughter you
Im better than all of you, vendettas be mauling you
You talking cheddar, I'm a shredder, I'll sever it off of you
I never remorse for you, no letters endorsing you
Pole position in the coffin is what it's costing you
The caucus bosses who control the fortunes too
The mortgages of a cultural loss through and through
But its the Rebel Arms, God's speed with devil's charm
The bitch made gets switch blades in every arm
And this way we ix-nay on any harm
Cuz snakes play and fakes lay like hidden bombs
We march in unison, the souls is true within
Eternal mission with s***, a lifetime of doing it
Stronghold said it, whoop yo bitch a*s with batons
The Rebel Armz swarm inform like Vultron
Slash your old beats you heard the Mark of the East
Running through cop land screaming "F***k the Police"
Hormones in the water, they acting out of order
Like a pack of rabid wolves, they lambs for the slaughter
Crush your mandible rip the drums like animal
Eat MCs, they my own kind, I'm a cannibal
My regiments salute me, haters wanna shoot me
Kool-aid in they veins, they lawyers try to sue me
You sell crack in rap, did a scidd bid
Multiple baby mommas, take care of your kids
Guillotine rack, shackles on your neck
Chemical warfare where punch lines connect
Da Circle played the snipe, with Immortal Tech
They calling the block governor to drag'em off the set
Rebel Arms out for supremacy and move non gimmick
Related to royalty on each trip you mention me
Twist bars illishly, rebel against the infantry
Get more than your feet wet when I make you a memory
Cats not ready because they commercially industry
I make house calls on those afraid to visit me
Disrespect? I smash your off the petty
From undisclosed low case fast for the chetty
Arch dont break dance, yet I rock steady
I jump on your scope to prove your aim not deadly
My shot to the top is like Mickey and Mal Smently
Flow milky like the t**s of a chick that's top heavy
The Technique's Immortal so Rebel Armz the regiment
Archs styles nicer than other rappers ever been
My canteens full from when the doctor got medicine
Five star general, frontline veteran!