Artist: Cappadonna f/ Free Murda, Timbo King Album: The Yin & The Yang Song: Revenge Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Cappadonna] Anything's possible when I step in ya obstacle It's like that, Revenge [Chorus: Cappadonna] Oh shit you better watch out for this Revenge so sweet that you might wanna flip Ride on ya enemies, bust they shit Throw away the pistols, throw away the clips [Cappadonna] Big Prince and Big Ox snatch ice at Woodstock Remember those kids that hold glocks? They're runnin fast, crack spillin outta they socks It's the Hill, brothers that kill and raps on the Blue trap Water bugs, nothin but thugs, cops circlin, two cuts on shorty mug Streets turned butterflies to bugs This switch, that East shit, fucka Take rhymes like a piss, eat the beast like tuna fish Stay focused, ya camp is dead meat And dry worms, Wu-Tang is up on it Too big to back down, defeat, never hearda I came with the crowd merger The SupaFriendz, seek that Revenge Bug the fuck out, you kiss guns on the mouth Over here all of my niggas is bout bout [Chorus] [Timbo King] Call me straight up Oak, y'all niggas just plain panel Guns from El Salvador, ask Mike Ammo Crossfire, bullets ricochet, horizontal Brooklyn Bridge, Verrazano, niggas know the motto Follow the path, knowledge the craft Swallow a whole bottle of math, since biology class Grand archery, bow and arrow, spit ya grand larceny Apple on ya heads, Robin Hoods rob goods In these wild lands, a Desert Eagle in a child's hands Ya style's bland, my styles blend earth, wind, fire, water You never know, my son might fuck Mariah's daughter Ill visions, of victory, without a battle Breeze through tracks like cold winds throughout Seattle Sound travels through fibre-optics under gravel Accommodate C-sixty and it try to handle, niggas try to handle [Chorus] [Free Murda] Yo, we always had a, eight on us Cocaine slangin niggas gotta pay on us Po' froze, I hold shit so you could skate on us Niggas don't freeze long, start to rain on us I'm the type to, hold the Mac with one hand Squeeze that shit, 'til the gun jam Flows sickly, rhymes sweatin, I'm too ill Get blown quickly, for two mill's Icepick game too real, C-O night-sticks swing to kill Who runnin with the kid that bang and peel? Who want it with the kid? I'm like stainless steel Frail nigga on some Iron Mike, break ya grill Show time, this is yo' time, Apollo on The Box Pull glocks on little hoes, leave you like follow the dots Become my doja and baloons, swallow them rocks Shit out my profit, all by tomorrow you drop [Chorus] [Cappadonna] There's a place out there where the enemies lurk In the woods, try to burn down mama's church No love, they came to spread hate The angels flurried inside the Pearl Gates The world got dark, a earthquake Trembled up underneath the feet of the pedestrians Rain, rocks, fire and snow flakes Destroyed home, that contained the mad evil All of God's children, ran toward the steeple For all of those, who did wrong to the meak Their souls were cast out, into the deep Bodies of the unholy, covered the street And all of God's creatures, ate 'em like meat Oh father, have mercy on the weak The ones that can't see and the ones that can't speak The ones in the projects smokin that leaf Who lived through slavery, families got beat Bit by the dogs, shot by the police Screamin for justice, screamin for peace Brothers behind bars, fightin with the beast Third world countries plus the mid-East We all gon' die if the violence don't cease [Chorus x4] [Outro: Cappadonna] That's my word, you better respect, the slang pirates Right here doin business, appropriate, messenger (President of the United States) The God Zig Zag Allah The Alpha and the Omega Checkin for the poor eyes (Government vocabulary) C-Don, the last one to get on (FBI) The heritage, Angelou, Sam Dog Othorized F.A.M.