S.O.D.

[Sy Scott]<br>Yo, I`m a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician<br>Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking<br>Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen<br>With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin` it<br>We check the barrel and start respinnin` it<br>We I start, medics, start sowing and restitching them<br>My constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with opium<br>Stay grippin`` em, I`ve got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance<br>That will shatter ten continents and ten palatinates<br>Envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness<br>I rhyme with Sid Vicious viciousness<br>You be kiddin, soft like kittens<br>My grills are pit bulls they will kill when I say sick`em<br>Restrain me, restrict me<br>I`m arresting resistance, can`t be apprehended nigga<br><br>[Chorus]<br>You got a problem with E<br>If you got a problem, come a holla at me<br>And if you want it, we can get it started<br>Plus I got the whole squad siding with me<br><br>[Icarus]<br>Let the catty spray and wet up the matinee<br>Smack niggaz with both hands like patty-cake<br>Violate and I will retaliate<br>I don`t battle fake niggaz, I`m heavyweight nigga<br>GMG, fam, we gladly hotta<br>Behold the sorcerer`s stone like Harry Potter<br>And I`m like harry potta, we scary riders<br>Can`t get near the dadda, I swear to God I`ll come find where you hidin`<br>Have my high, finding beamers and ninas<br>Leave the area shot up, you hearing me patna<br>I`m a fucking five star general, to drive cars into you<br>Ic` dodge interviews, one flip of the mack, take all ten of you<br>This message intended to, who`s ever offended duke<br>Yeah you my nigga, but you could still get it too<br>So don`t test me, I don`t wanna do this shit to you<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Red Cafe]<br>Live from the NY state<br>And I got one question, guess what`s in my waste<br>Ya`ll got me pisted off slick talk<br>To get that Jacob watch, I`ll cut your wrist off<br>I`m in the limo too long to turn<br>And this motherfuckin` dutch taking long to burn<br>I`m impatient, this is a song you learn<br>Make money, take money, and I`m hear to confirm my occupation<br>The new boss of course, the new Porsche<br>I pull up just to murder you niggaz and move off<br>You too soft, Red Cafe from New York<br>I tell a bitch quick, I`m hot can`t cool off<br>I twist lesbos, and and guzzling out exos<br>My firearms stick to my waste like Velcro<br>It`s R.C. nothing phony about me, with E double the O.G. you know me<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Erick Sermon]<br>Yeah I know, you never expect me to anchor<br>I bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters<br>I run DMCs, from rappers that`s petter piper<br>I am the big apple, ain`t nobody ripper man<br>I`m not M.J. I`m a lover and a fighter<br>That`s why I`m in D.C. now, looking for the sniper<br>I came in the game with hoodies and timberlands<br>Hard since Cypress Hill been wanting to kill a man<br>I did time, a thirteen year bid<br>I`m gutter E, I`m hanging on the side of crib<br>I`m a fan, but I hate what you`re doing<br>Whenever you performing shows it`s me booing<br>Ya as soft as your bid-die, you punk now, and you gonna be a punk at sixty<br>Dog, ya need more team to get me<br>I`m a G, and my Unit come through like Fifty<br><br>[Chorus] - repeat 2X