There Will Be Blood (feat. Sadat X & Grand Puba & A.G. & O.C. & Diamond D) (Remix) [feat. Sadat X, Grand Puba, A.G., O.C. & Diamond D]

(Can I do it? Yeah! Can y'all do it? Yeah! All together now Ahhh...) If me and some rap faggot have static We can go to war, at your show you'll need flak jackets Strapped with automatics? No, we use bats and hatchets Give the microphone a drug test, I spit crack at it (For crack addicts) Approach your A&R with an A-R, based on A true story, I spit h-bombs in every eight bars When Tony put his face in that snow, I was writin them flavor flows Yeah, even my worst haters know that I'm a player for sho' They be like, "Yeah, I'm with you, Titled" Bring bitches back to the pad like a menstrual cycle You walk around like you some kinda thuggy guy I know you ain't Diddy but I can make you see through Puffy eyes You know my stats, boy, you know what I'm workin with Firearms of various calibers penetrate I'm the hate that breeds hate Nah, let me illustrate Time stands still on the day that's slow With me it ain't about the show, it's 'bout the proof I aim from the roof Make any fatal move, this is a stick-up You sneeze or even hiccup You layin flat You wanna face this rage? Somebody throw some meat in the cage Wear armor, you can call Obama Call your mama I breed armies, make men out of boys I'm your tactical General Patton From BK to Manhattan You frontin, you lame Treat your whole squad the same I don't play when it come to this I rule the mic with the iron fist Compile data, then I make the list Grab the wack, then empty trash so they don't exist Since vinyl words flow like herds of rhinos Leave your ass trampled when I'm runnin on a sample A showdown at sundown, these verbals I run down Will leave yo ass dumbfound, you thought you was gunned down Rhyme style mean like a dopefiend lean Head against the green and you face the guillotine Grand Puba, there's no way you can dodge Better off tryin your luck in Las Vegas at The Mirage Been through ups and downs, never touched the ground Like girls with the big butts never fuck with clowns I let the music take over me, words flow through me Truly the best, that's why niggas keep quotin me I'm the baddest nigga livin, average niggas don't stand a chance I danced in France, put hands and feets on beats Put fans in trances, Amsterdam is A place where I sin, get that yen in Japan, kid The Swiss mountains, I got a Swiss accountant Chick with a fountain pen keep my chips amountin To somethin, my ground is unparalled While y'all niggas keep on horsin around like carousels Yeah Mind over... as a matter of fact There's no practice needed, see, I'm matched bar none When it's all said and done up The last man standin is proof Who has the biggest brass in battles, a crafty McGyver Everyday things round me work to my advantage Pre-empt the plan at random So every livin soul on the planet understand this As some often say, the heir is apparent I'm that Maltese priceless art There's no biddin on an auction block Fortune of Fort Knox Off top or written Each vowel takes precicsion Knockout solidifies when they fight over a decision I got the flow so cold niggas call me Chilly Don't ever press up, fam, I smack you silly If I'm all out of dutches I pack the Phillie On my j-o-b I mack the millies And I'm all about stackin my chips Gettin dome in the back of the whips Start smackin them hips All that slick talk'll just get you smacked in the lips Game time fourth quarter, back to the blitz You can't move me, shake me, break me, make me Be somethin I'm not, niggas wanna snake me I write by Skate Key, right in the 'X Big Diam still writin the checks Holla at me