-Shadow…
-Move quick with spits that invisibly split ya lip…Cause ya brain to unclip memories down ya spinal tip.
-And my name is?, You wouldn’t have a chance to take it in…Give ya a repercussion, Leavin ya laid out with other dead men.
-I speech to all you fake emcees who claim to wreck kats…I spit bullets that clap ya skull cap, I always stay strapped.
-I’m a stop boastin and let Cameo take over tha toastin…Math Pro Killahs that tie kats and blaze em for roastin.

-Cameo
its like the respect, that if i wanted to, i'd buy weed with a cheque
i can put the rich into debt and rename them as a redneck
when u done battle me your such a reck,
cuz i took out your vocal coords and it feel like your head split from your neck
now the god of the shadow meet up with me cameo
and together our flow glows whiter than snow
our rhymes speak a thousand words like that of a photo
were still underground cause were betta than pro
hes the arrow and im the bow
we unite to shoot into your heart and grow
this aint even nothin...conisder this a friendly memo

-Shadow
-Shadow God and Cameo, There's not even a thought that we can be touched...Spit so much, People often think we're both blunted up.
-Receive andrenaline bursts, My prayers in church have been answered...That's why I'm lord over dead souls, Banned from Earth from givin out devil banners.
-Too raw to compete with, Each punchline you'll get beat with...Teeth broken along with ya jaw, Have you droolin red spit.
-I'll never go down cause Cameo watchin my back...Tha rest of tha crew in tha cut, Ready to put slugs in ya cap.
-Rhyme like Evil Kineval cause I perform dangerous acts...Take you back to tha old days and tortue ya with an iron axe.
-Spit out of control, A loose cannon who can always get bold...You buck, Be assured you will get murked and that's how tha story was told.