[Lazarus Zillah:]

HK, kid, Lazarus Zillah, check this shit out, son. Yo,

Y'all niggas corny like the way that Seinfeld talk,
Front hard but snowflake soft, I walk in the night
with the blindfold off, spark hate from my eyes,
Turn your head to the left and cough, don't be surprised,

It's gettin more physical than a bad bitch's anatomy,
Heavy like gravity, that's the way that my wrath be,
The dreary end of your career fascinate me,
You niggas masquerading as emcees, rhymes like feces,

I ain't feelin your shit,
like a lesbian bitch touching the dick,
Matter of fact, I'm only a tick away from ripping a page out my rap book,
So you study the way we represent HK,

With hard punchlines, your crew aluminum, and it's crunch time,
Cross the boundaries, burn your verse like some calories,
Your whole crew attribute is faggot, forget it,
I'm God to you, nigga, you can't grasp it

Venomous, insipid, thoroughly spewing the sickness on all you little bitches,
Guillotine quotes to slit wrists and throats,
And microphones, to strangle all you hoes

[Zigga Dizzle:]

I won't take one step, got my eyes wide open,
Turning frozen facades into shattered sculptures,
Juice in the mix, I'm drinking Goose with the pulp, it's,
The Pope with no pulpit, you are the culprit,

Try as I may, I cannot control it,
Did you lose your soul? Cuz it seems that I stole it,
Tricks of the trade, I cannot expose,
Tips to a slave, I cannot divulge,

Ticks to your grave, I relish in those,
Whippin Thanksgiving dinner out of never-been-hoes,
You talk about me, but I've never been those,
Only time you feel real is when you powder your nose,

Bitches for real, worshipping clothes, I'm
vicious for real, expert and low down,
Dirty for real, picture and prose,
Tell you what to think in unwritten flows

Venomous, insipid, thoroughly spewing the sickness on all you slave bitches,
Guillotine quotes to slit wrists and throats,
And microphones to strangle all you hoes

[Racine Cipher:]

High knowledge original, what's the bloodclot?
I swear to God I instantly turned hardcore,
As soon as they dissected my umbilical cord,
Had any adversary I had to face felt adversity,

When my heart turn cold,
Turn versatile skinnings cats and killing goats,
Call me a fuckin underdog bred in the underground, Viciously kicking under the belly,
Of these bling niggaz Full of silly gimmicks,

Fake judas clapping crucifix witness the hiphop apocalypse,
Renaissance to ur wits, transcend your mind,
With everlasting classics, forever blasting mc's,

Nigga please, HK clique taking that ass back to basics,
My recipe consists of lacing the mic wit Molotov cocktails,
Racine Cipher get hostile, Lyrical combustibles under your nostrils,
Like el Che Guevarra my niggaz keep it gully wit the guerilla,

So vicious bring Godzilla in a nutsac we'd
Give him chills on the back,
Get thrills on ur back when HK reacts
To your fake raps,
Get faded cause you wack, sedated on wax,
Hate it or not, the real is back

Venomous, insipid, thoroughly spewing this sickness on you scandalous bitches,
Guillotine quotes to slit wrists and throats,
And microphones, to strangle all you hoes

[Eddiebingo:]

Vicious, I spit this, the track virgin, I rip it,
Keep it in your heart, enjoy when I fart,
Cuz I got heart, do not start, rappin to me,
I'll slap you and see, you wack to me, I got a rapping degree,

Associates, you should know that, people notice,
Listen close and they focus, I'm sloppy and rogue-ish,
You think I won't jump? Bitch, my life is hopeless,
Smoke it, go on, pull my pants down and stroke it,

Let me get vicious and wicked, I take a drink and I hiccup,
Him in the front, chick, put your tits up,
Sliding down the street with the CD player skipping,
Cunt in the front, dammit, bitch, quit tripping!

This is me, here's what it be, here's what I do,
I never did it for he, and I'll never do it for you,
So boo-hoo, hear the emcees around the world,
Crying, cuz you can't get by me, or buy me, little girls

Venomous, insipid, thoroughly spewing the sickness on all you silly bitches,
Guillotine quotes to slit wrists and throats,
And microphones to strangle all you hoes