WarLords we spit razorblades, Man We'll leave you with split-gumz..
U said ur better than Us??..And We responded NO faster than a rape victom...
I'ts like We stealing dalmation skin..The way we'll take ya spots..
And it's about to rain Cats, When tha Lords throw these pussy crews off building tops...

We Not feeling ya punches..These soft fruit fag crew give me masages when they hit..
When they said We had to face a weak crew,I didn't know Compton Records was some bitches...
I'm devastating...I blow more people away then detonations..
If practice of defeatin people is what u need, then i'll use u as a demonstration...
My boi Tpound striking with savage blows to ya brain, and ur losin it..
Dumb bitches had to eat there own verses, before they knew thay had a crew full of shit...
Yall using big words..Shit my dawg Ill-Mental flow straight out of philosphy book..
Explict Assasins Ya punches comin twisted, Cuz WarLords leave ya hands screwed up like givin daps to captain hook...
I'm laughin now, Never knew someone could be so whack..
battlin Us WarLords is like a train on broken railroads, Cuz We sendin u off track...
Lunk & Kronox they scorch ya corpse in flames...shit their heat to much for ur crews to handle..
Faggots hop off WarLords dicks, Niggas blow us yearly like birthday candles...
I don't have to worry..I've been had ur lives folded in my hand..
Stop asking why cats don't like u..ur whack! whats so hard to unnderstand...

Passes Tha mic
Silence and a chill fills tha room
A Dark shadow steps to tha stage
Beat kicks in..........

Word to my man Ruth he got that epervescent flow//
Jus' like tha war~lords we always Ready to Go//
Set our lyrical Dynomite then let it blow//
Cos we're Ruthless and Quik to Spit, Perpetually Rapin ya shit//
We Have inevitable skits that'll rip, an force you to empty your clip//
RELOAD.....
Warlords use lyrical slugs, All other crews be packin anal plugs//
"Like Hi A.I "you may be programmed perfection, But were an uncurable infection//
Deceptin, reflectin an anticipatin every move you make//
And for the record, Evolve ya boobs a fake//

an word perfect are Phrantik-ly tryin to keep it pure//
But i dont think i can endure any more of their Soiled procedure//
I'ma bust them open like oprah in tight jeans//
Work my way in an rip' em apart at tha seems//

an all this means the deph-init-ions are next, to get vexed by my lyrics strong enough to break necks//
Yo shanks what happened did ya fall in the resevoir, Cos now ya skills are electrically bizzare//
no-showin me in Rbbl must have left some scars, cos now you be "runnin" drive-by's without a fuckin car//

Oh wait here comes knightShade straight outta tha production line//
Only reason you aint made it, is cos playin live means ya cant mime//
And Now you doin time for your dispickable ryhmes//
Locked up in the dungeon lickin ken keniff's backside//

Were the warlords With multi- tudes of talent//
and if you dont believe me check Tha balance^^^.....