<<Enigmatic>>:
Me and Blunt_MC blow the scene up, shake ya team up, and turn all y’all haters to eternal sleepers//
Internal bleeders, we puncture organs, and twist ya arteries//
Fuck ya rep, you bitch ass niggas, you don’t seem hard to me//
The way I flip words to hit herbs it’s like magic, think its a joke and I’ll turn the comedy into a tragedy//
Measures get drastic when chumps bring static, me fucking you up is automatic//
I've been labeled a hazard, engulfed by danger when I walk… but step and that banger leave you in chalk//
I’m like that stranger in the dark you shouldn’t trust, I aim to hurt ya heart, ya soul I don’t care about bruises or scars//
Don’t give a fuck who’s in ya car, ‘cus y’all bitches won’t stop and pop off at the mouth//
Instead you wait until you got a roof over ya head, and talk shit in ya house//
I hate these snake cats with their fake raps, acting like they can’t get touched//
But when they get rushed, it’s a whole different story, talking like they wanted to see me, but face to face they wanna ignore me//
I explore my brain to see where the pain is rooted, it’s deep in the back then it creeps to the front//
Just calm it with a blunt of skunk or haze, handle whatever comes my way//
Don’t own one but I could grab guns to spray//
So play… around and see what happens, y’all don’t wanna see me in the streets and can’t see me rapping//
So cease ya yapping or see what’ll happen//
One, two, who think that E ain’t true and wont bring it to you?//
The 2 of us are fearless, Enigmatic a bigger threat to NY than Osama//
And that other nigga Blunt, send cowards running home screaming, "Oh, Momma!!!"//

<<Blunt_MC>>:
yo, this is how it gonna work
move tha fuck ova--> prepare, y'all gettin' merked.
don't despare, smile, as I stare with a sinistah smirk.
La Familia finish shit first, so just as soon as ya beef ya cursed.
our lyrical rounds burst, pop ya bubbles.
stop ya life, no more worry'n 'bout ya troubles.
blow'n stereos with claps like thunder rumbles.
underground... nah, we under cover.
disguised we uncovered the key to rap, never fumble.
never stumble over sloppy bars
never biting rhymes; shit, niggas coppyin' ours
only time an emcee smokes blunt is if sed-emcee be coppin' gars.
comp. in coffins while me and enig still at large
cards stacked to the ceiling, all revealing success, the rest just self-concealing.
hiding in shame, writing sick bars in vane
making consumers ill from they twisted scripts all soundin played