(Cormega - Testament beat comes on)

They say money an murder is magic, a mockery of methods//
Verbal lessons heard even by deaf kids//
I don't stress this, necklace and ring thing//
Fuck bling-bling, I only care about rap-ping//
Scraping, hand to hand, man to man//
Fuck a gun, I rely on myself, 'cuz MY guns don't jam//
Ain't askin' for much, i'll be happy with a 100 grand//
Real recognize real, I reckon i'm ill//
Equipped for war, my weapon is skill//
Still, floodin' ya mind line by line//
Rhyme by rhyme, it's .La Familia's. time ta shine//
Must be missin' ya mind, I ain't done busting it yet//
You could catch Enigmatic rushin' ya set//
Y'all got better odds playin' Russian Roulette//

(Beat fades out)

Man, i feel like just ventin' something right now, so let me get down to it...

(Beat comes back on)

I don't do disses on tracks, I make death threats on wax//
I got no regrets gettin' at vets, tight or whack//
White or black, color ain't an issue//
It's offical, E's shots hit harder than a pistol//
Bring ya crew, 'cuz they is bitch too//
Won't hesitate to hit you, that's how I been taught//
Smoke ya crew like a Newport, look at all the controversy this nigga brought//
You thought, Enigmatic was lame, what a damn shame, homeboy done went insane//
Now i'm fuckin' with ya head, and I got ya brain//
Next is ya Rolex and chain, then maybe some cell phones//
Kick in ya door and be like, "who the hell's home?"//
Quick to swell domes, and when I die it's well known//
I'll be sitting on hell's throne//

(Beat fades out)