Operate this plan to go in hand'//

Band of thieves rise from da sand//

Plotting anotha stunt on a Star spangled land//

They aint finish yet, wating to get set//

Ready to release no end to peace until they kill da "Beast"//

The holy warriors grew beards, styles from kashmir , no fear//

They hearts are already given to allah from da first year//

Christians vs. Muslims is da holy war match up da backs up//

Not in front of da lines if you gonna fight for yours or mines//

Killing humans, don't drop a nuke like harry s truman's//

Enfect me, diealect and see da teachings some will read//

Yes indeed, DA Cobra smells opium and weed, wit seeds//

They plant cashcrops to make money and props//.

Nothing stoppin da Operation's plan to slice da white man//

All those years and all those lands they occupied in da past//

They gotta go back, not to da future, but da present fast//

Tha Cobra is in disguise, and he aint really nice//

The logo on his mask and full beard inflicts fear //

Viper bites da lonely deer when it was least expecting it to

come near; thats how da cobra will catch you slippin//

Listen to da rymes dat i'm mixin, souls of da lost driffting//

Middle east will never know da meaning of peace//