Yo, we about to twist this shit up right here
(As we cross over into a new millennium)
It might be too strong for some
I suggest you motherfuckers
Buckle the fuck up
(See what I'm saying)
Where you gonna hide

Rags to rags, how does stone turn to static
It's tragic, drop 'em like a bad force of habit
Not dramatic, traumatic
Got me turning in my sleep
Pencil pushin' putos
Motherfuck critiques
No defeat compete
Never sleep and never will
And just like the real

I've entered my time to kill
Climbing in the ring
I'm gonna wear away my doubt
Cuz if I dug my own grave then
I can dig myself out

Come on, come on
Check it, check it 
Check it

Takers, fakers, barrel bottom scrapers
Separating family from
Those phony money makers papers
Stuffed rolled and laced with a lesson
Vapors graced so aftertaste is
Faced with a confession
End of session blessin'
First impressions stessin'
Thinking twice and blaming my aggressions
On some other world's advice

So slice, split, splice
And pay the price that it brings
But I can stand on my own
I don't need the strings
I'm not fuckin' splitt
I'm comin' out swingin'
So heads be spinning
Bring on the soup
To keep the ear drums ringing

I'm comin' out swingin'
With ties unstringing
I'm comin` out swingin'
I've told too many lies

Built too many walls
Broken too many hearts
Shed too many tears
Burned too many bridges
Taken too many falls

Buried too many friends
I've buried too many fears
Shits pumpin' bodies are jumpin'
Waiting for something or somebody
Up in the party to get the head bumpin'

Split it up, hit it up
But get it up while I set it up
Causing confusion
We wet it up from the drum tracks

Guitars strum and high strung
And fine tuned, the time is soon
So let it hum from the power lung
The hour come yo
Make it happen
Over the bothersome bitches who wanna jack it up
Track it up, pick it up
You better stick it up
Dope shit all over the table
You gotta lick it up

I'm comin' out swingin'
I'm comin' out swingin' 
I'm comin' out, i'm comin' out 
Motherfucker
Ha ha ha
Splitt

Family feuds and family ties
Now you can sew 'em shut
But I see through your eyes
Through the surface and through the lies 
And through your ability to hypnotize
Now my road has spit and I can see no ends

I've got angels' wings mixed with plastic friends
I got two paths to choose and
I can't decide too little, too late
Two worlds divide and our worlds' divide
So better choose your side