Crazy 8's

Ghost:

Yo I dropped out of school when I was 2 years old

Changed my own diaper, went on the road

Partied every night in the playpen

But a bitch in there with me n**** I'm scraping

Now I'm a grown man run around like Usain Bolt

Rambo knife in the booth when I lay my vocs

Can't front yo, I did a few lines of coke

Then I slammed Jenna Jamison, lit up a smoke

Deck:

You'll never know a better flower

It's a Daily show like Trevor Noah

The money used to talk now it screams at me

Paper bags make'em all wanna squeeze at me

Colder then the ice man Bobby Drake

Cuz showing n***** love only got me hate

I'm straight outta Park Hill, really the squads ill

we showing more hands than card deals

Solomon Childs:

Intense like the poison of a cobra

you hear the fat lady singing and it's over

Domination David n Goliath

You can't see the truth when you bias

Intense the venom of a spider

You ain't in my circle you an outsider

Excalibur live in the fire

You can't see the truth when you bias

Remedy:

It'll cost more to bury you than what you're worth

Toss shovels full of dirt n put you under the earth

8 times 8, 64 bars of perfection

Aligned like the stars in the heavens

They search for the Remedy, behold it's the truth untold. Etched in a solid gold 2 ton stone

My fortune, based on brains and extortion

**** the world I blow it outta proportion

Method Man:

Gorillas in the planet of the apes

I write a punch line and plant it on your face

Eat a punch that you ain't even gotta taste

Here's a shot that you ain't even gotta chase

Ya latent you ain't even gotta case get ya karma with ya cape, not a killa, you ain't even got the tape

It's an Air Force one not a Bape

I hold a lot of weight in the game you ain't even gotta wait, WuTang

StreetLife:

Yo I'm a suspect, person of interest

FBI still can't figure out how I killed it

Forensics couldn't explain my horrendous

Methods that I use to display my vengeance.

Brain scan 3-D diaphram

Can't ditect or understand the mental thoughts

of a madman. The evidence left them clueless,

Sonar, radar can't track or catch my movements

Masta Killa:

Yo I'm a bad mother f*****medina warrior

with the black bandana, the panther I'm the answer

My work ain't for hire I'm a lion not a cancer stick,

put out fire, dressed in my justified homicide attire

I kill so masterfully for your desire, I do the sh** with ease. The Chief Areef got the mic under siege,

MC's freeze or get buckled at the knees

Cappadonna:

The death rate rise when you enter my zone

I kill'em all, one of my bars split 8 domes

They running from Don sh***** on they self waitin, for bars that'll lift they feet, smack they face in.

36 Shaolin twists, all hate sh**

Rubbergrip 45 caliber spit

You get your face changed son, f***'em all

W's everywhere when you hear the call.