***Chorus*** (x2)
Fuck yall analog niggas we be digital
wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
we never fall
we stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all

[Killa Sin]
We move on M.C.'s mechanically
strike nerve like Ghost Vs. a canopy
hard to touch ratarded fucks playing wit they fantasies
respect this
specialist
black
testing this will get ya necklace jacked
and named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
you the type of nigga that'll hardly speak
unless you spoken to
we throw a cold screw
and sober up when im approaching you
at the same time we posting two
niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do what they supposed to do
the limelight
snatched away from you because its my night
killarm blaze inside of the twilight
you better get ya lines right
half of thease crabs cant even rhyme right
which dart slows wit body movement and blurry eyesight
what you want I already got
and after I controll I keep head high, head pon-cocked
and pockets rollin'
you foldin'
you fagot ass fuck


[Dom Pachino]
yo farotion never fails
shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail
inhale life
exhale strive anxiety's trife
blowin' smoke out my peice pipe
ducking the snipe
shot off the top of the White House and cop 4'S
war never does and many causes
my offense is my defense extreme precautious
moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious
ya forcing it
parishly extortionists
aborting this
space ship thats spacious face it
im on contain shit
pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix
the case is
if not ya basic
way to make shit
embrace