Verse 1: Gritts
You've been measured and been weighed
No investigation, hesitation, never made the grade
I've been focusing on opening the window to your brain
But your minds eyes blind and never saw the change
I'm amazed
The minimum of this shit that's "finna" go through ya
Will leave you leaning sideways on the highway with no "shoota"
No witnesses, who gives a shit, I'm limitless with spitting this
Relentless with the rhymes, so you cats will never get with this
Imperial and lyrical, let me get you spiritual
God be my witness, until he absorbs my physical
Never will we stop on top of Everest when we rock
Then we'll watch the snow fall and wash away your every spot
Yeah were cold
And the rest of you cats won't get the half of this
Shine across the map. Spread this style across the atlas
Reppin B&B and you'd like to take a stab at this
But this is our time, sit and watch you little bastard

Chorus: Skittz / Gritts
You've been measured and been weighed and found wanted
Bring it to your front door you don't want it
You've been measured and been weighed and found wanted
Bring it to your front door you don't want it
You've been measured and been weighed and found wanted
Bring it to your front door you don't want it
Surrender quick or get disintegrated
Power packs demonstrate
Mostly Underrated

Verse 2: Skittz
My bloodline is thick and long look what I found
Earthtones that stand alone I mean the illest of browns
Cinema style..popcorn and gummies
Little kids on film...dirty hands and runny..noses for poses..
Shaky hands holdin a cam...kikkin two cans...
Moving wit aluminum fans
Thats the motion of a criminal...cuffin the game
But your lockdown is minimal
Now if the beast don't eat, the village gon suffer
Stuffin beats with this heat, its a habanero summer
And the thieves want jewels..syllables good as carats...
Diamonds in the smooth..eddie, skittz and clarence..
Rearranging your appearance is apparent..
Get your tote bag..a rope..flag..and some insurance for your parents
Introduction to your ending..start em up..ship em off...
We WACKtose intolerant... dairy flow is served soft

Chorus

Verse 3: Black Eddie
10 9 8 7 6 5 4...
3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door...
We hardcore, straight raw like sushi...
I'm old school.. like corner stores who sell loosies...
You need a boost B, heads coming up short...
Samuel L. Jackson. well allow me to retort...
I escort emcees off the stage cause they suck...
But we still cool give 'em dap and say what's up...
No need to amp, you ain't fuckin with my camp...
Ill Brown is on the beat, seal approval with the stamp...
The people's champ, I stay knockin niggas out...
Cause there's never any doubt niggas know what I'm about...
And if they didn't then they gonna learn quick...
I make house calls because my lyrics so sick...
I had beats for breakfast and now that I am done...
Homicide hip hop I just killed another one....