Lyrics

        Confrontation
        (O.Twist, Kastro, Flare, EMC)
        Produced By: Ollie Twist

Twist:        from the depths of rap, Ollie Twist i came to bless the track, dressed in black, successful mack, get jacked by my lyric impact, nucleus, forty five units in tune with this, plant seeds to grow CD's, in the studio uterous, these viruses surround my environment, through cell division, i'm livin until retirement, turn heads, rock threads, burn feds, drop jaws, stop and pause, i drop the cause, fight until the death, blast until there's no bullets left, for several years eclipsing this professional level, i'm the god, but if you wanna fuck with the devil, come and, roll your dices, Twist and Nyce is the nicest, mic devices, shine light on the crisis, my group, highly trained recruits on the push, go to war with you boy like Iraq and George Bush,
Kastro:        fuck five mics, Im tryin to fuck five dikes in five nights, rhyme tight through red eyesight, i just might, split your wig, as soon as they tell me to sick the kid, only speak shit i live, plus i know how sick it is,
we don't got time for these fakin thugs, aint no stoppin us now we tasted blood, Rhyme Skeme wet the scene like a fuckin typhoon, steady settin up a dynasty like Jim Calhoun, ready, aim, fire, makin lames retire, fundamental to hip hop like flame to fire, make you bow in defeat to our power elite,
you got no right to speak at the table where i eat, droppin knowledge wrapped in C4, tryin to be all you can be, motherfucker you need to be more,
EMC:        ayo hold up! you can't pass by me,
        ya'll cats should know that i'm EMC, to the gate i'll gatekeep, two four seven a week, from the bottom to the peak, i'll eliminate the weak, my prestige is mystique, i'm valued like an antique, this wealth i'm gonna reap, ayo Little Bo Peep, you best count up your sheep, cause i'm hungry gonna eat,these tracks like their meat, rhymes always on the beat, skeme's passed out on sheets, so many points on these tracks, you think we're wearing cleets, peace to the streets, bangin beats,
Kastro/Twist:    Organized Rhyme, click-click, BLOWE! thats the sound
(Chorusx2)    in this confrontation, our adversaries goin down,
        Organized Rhyme, click-click, BLOWE! yeah that's the sound,
        way ahead of mc's, bar for bar pound for pound,
Flare:        meet me at the steps, iI'll be on the left, in the cut with the cleft, lets jet, before the cops check, and we're on the set, fuel up the truck, its time to duck, for five months, i've had enough this is my last stunt, where we go they don't accept plastic, only wrapped money in elastics, leave not a single paper trail, i can't hear life without bail, avoid using your cell, and never stay at motels, the cops are looking for two males, armed and dangerous, the papers say we're courageous, if we die we'll be famous, i'll kill to be free and nameless, live in the hills of Ascutny, if they want me they'll have to hunt me, i'll sit and wait, by the lake, and meditate, watch the sun and moon to calculate the date, i want my papes, i'll do whatever it takes, even if i might not escape, no matter what's at stake, only i can make or create my fate.
Kastro/Twist:    (ChorusX2)