[Verse 1]

We keep the track steady rollin’, like a drum clip/
Son’bitch back in action, up and at ‘em, bump this/
Automatic autocrat that taught ‘em how to run shit/
But got about the right amount of Hop to get ‘em jumped in/
No punch-in’s, my punchlines in one wind/
Like lunchtime on front-lines, we dug in/
We from the side of tracks that disbelieve in judgement/
But once we got a side to back, it’s liberty or justice/
That’s just it, life a gamble so we cock dice/
It’s tough shit, you gotta scramble more than cock fight/
So Hoplite, motherfucker, keep your flock tight/
Cuz plenty brothers ain’t deserve it, but they got life/
It’s not right, ‘lot like the phalanx with the missing shield/
It’s unforgiving as the winter winds of Killah Hill/
It’s really real, the system is willy nil’/
The rhythm is sittin’ still, so I’m fixin’ to get my fill, now/

[Chorus]

Yeah, just call him citizen soldier, the closer/
Quote unquote the overcoat of the code of the culprit/
I don’t suppose that, we could revoke the encroachment/
Moment’s notice, as we breakin’ the mold with explosives/
You in the Danger Zone and pay no mind/
I came alone, you brought the gang along to stabilize/
You pay the price of the wager to try to save a life/
Cradle 2 the Grave, I’m like - debating how to face the light/

[Verse 2]

We cover ground at mach 10, we flocked in/
Then hung around, to hunker down, you boxed in/
We gon’ surround and surmount an account of plot twist/
Caution where you walk, cuz shit be droppin’ more than park bench/
The godsend, that dropped in to drop gems/
Without the continence to pit it with a consequence/
Consequently, I’m quittin’ it cuz of common sense/
Constantly connecting cause-effect, creating consonance/
It’s constant, the way the struggle seem to never fail/
Redundant because the train was gonna’ be derailed/
I see the grail, to reach it we gotta’ beat a trail/
The key to sale be to believe it’s not so we prevail/
We sleeper cell, undercover, so we lead each other/
We keep it real, one love, as if we bleed for brother/
Keep it gutter, keep it gully to the fuckin’ gurney/
Walking Dead, kicked the bucket, but it didn’t turn me/

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

These loose lips give two shit’s ‘bout who’s hit/
Willy Foster Falling Down without the loose ends/
We kill ‘em off without accounting for the root’s stem/
But who’s accounting for the Balphegor that do sin/
The crew kin, recruitin’ the new Grim/
Reaper plottin’ to eradicate your movement/
For my amusement, rudiment above the clouds/
Reveal the truth, and be the mutant with the subtle mouth/
Mutiny without a doubt, I feel invited/
Started from the island, now we here to be the guidance/
I guide ‘em in like tidal wind that bare the likeness/
Of Poseidon with the trident, tryna’ trial with the trifeness/
I tried this: not to mingle with the culture-cypher/
Only thing I learned: the culture be the sole provider/
Whole entire, game be like a dope supplier/
Socializin’ with the sort of guys who wore The Wire/

[Chorus]