[Killasha]
The invincible huh? Yeah ya`ll be seein it
It is what it is indeed Stoupie
Ya`ll be knowin huh? Let `em know

[Ikon the Hologram aka Vinnie Paz]

Hold the device tight, when it`s time for a mic fight
You`re a pagan tryin to battle someone who`s Christ-like
The precise knight that smash you with a white pipe
Left you bleeding into the ocean under the night`s light
Oh you hype right? Well meet the soul benders
Cop that or get shot at like goaltenders
You roll benches till playin fear was fair game
Ya`ll got f**ked up like sex on an airplane
That`s why we can`t change, we just ill
We blow trees, sip Ole E`s and spit real
The clip`s filled with the wraith that Cain saw
Then I slash with a leather mask and chainsaw
That`s why the brain`s raw, that`s why your veins pour
That`s why you copped my s**t nine times at the same store
That`s why you Entered the Dragon and got slashed
And that`s why the Hologram counting up cash. What!?

Hook 2x
*scratches*
"Lookin for rappers who wanna battle"
"Don`t seem to understand that I`m just that bad"
"The underground rapper who`s wreckin"
"Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like"

[Killasha]
Holocaust, rap javelin toss Killasha`s the boss
I take what`s yours, pour poison in your pores
I`m down for the cause my ni**a, not "because"
My soul wasn`t made to be lost, stop for the pause
I play 48 minutes hard without the calls
Slicin elbows through ya jaw, need I say more?
Facinating with 44s and foul whores
Large gram cookups, and the ill drug scores
My captivating verses, that`ll open all doors
I soar like a condor ready for war, f**k the law!
*sample*
(distorted)...."raindrops on the ground"

Hook 1x

[Jus Allah]
Ominous leave your brain matter painted on ya Stainmaster
Game of Death motherf**ker we draft ya, semi-autograph ya
Keepin L`s lit, sendin pellets through helmets
Shells hit, you and the f** you share a cell with
Takin ni**as out thier element rhyme fighters
Divine writers, time travellers, Sliders
Pale ni**as act jail lifers
Who tell the active nail biters with the 12s in thier diapers
Shoes never walk nor land, explore land
I expose my scrolls and code it in Fortran
Bullets graze ya wig kid, brushes with death
I let the iron clutch grip the bones in ya flesh
Playin on ya wrist like strings on a violin
Dyin in a blood pool wrestlin Leviathan
F**kin wit Gods, Jedi Mind Tricks
Ya`ll suckas like ni**as born without dicks

*scratches till end*