[sample from "The Swarm" movie]
O I cant sir
I have no power!
[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
(Shoot 'em on sight, sight, sight, sight (x8))
Another mission, Streetlife, gun talk, Sir I
Yo, don't push me cuz I'm close to the edge
Livin on this thin line, I know the ledge
Allegience I pledge strictly to my comittee
Way above the law, we soar the inner city
My crime pays, deep in the metro nines blaze
Shorties watchin plus adoptin my ways
In the PJ's, the heat blaze, then beasts raid
Can't see the cage but can't leave the streets of rage
It's a shoot on sight affair, warfare prepare
Arm yourself beware, hardware tear
through your flesh and bones bear, witness stand clear
Flash a Wu-sign to see if my comrades is in here
P.L.O. bandanas, ninety-nine bananas
Wu extravaganza, cops scanners and guns, a S.O.S.
Prepare for the slug fest, unusual suspect disconnect your outlet
It's a dead-end Street, I play for keeps
release, shots through your fleece
Retreat, delete you from the crime spree
When you got beef wit one time - S.O.S.
When you standin on the front line - S.O.S.
Niggaz wanna steal your sunshine - S.O.S.
When it comes time to do or die - S.O.S.
For the five-oh that brutalize - S.O.S.
Before you try suicide - S.O.S.
Street chronicle, wise words by the abominal
High honorable, rap quotable phenomenal
Seniority kid, I speak for the minority
Ghetto poverty, fuck the housing authority
Not to be idolized, I deal with grand larceny
Money launderin, auto theft, and armed robbery
Ninety-nine regiment torment your resident
Street intelligence child, Killah Hill pedestrian
Sucker for love-ass, niggaz catch a gay-bash
Slim-Fast from the gun blast, burn the eye lash
The S-T-R, double E-T, own a Desert E
Keep it closely, I feed off envy and foul energy
Your best friend's your worst enemy
Thug therapy until they bury me, it's do or die tonight
Shoot out a street light, bleak life
Aim at your windpipe, squeeze tight
In the parking lot, parked in a dark spot
The specialist wit one shot been at the drop
Your Highness INS, darts catch your body
Feds got me on watch wit nuttin yet to charge me
I strike quick, movin on the night shift
Rollin wit those who bear the same likeness
Where I come from the blast make your ears go numb
Trust no one cuz murderers range old to young
And death don't discriminate, so choose your fate
Shot wit hypedermic sword wit the trey-eight
Gotta hold your weight, there's no escape from the mayhem
I'm livin for now but tryin to make it to the AM
Creepin in the hallways, we always on barrow
Calico kept close to over cash flow
The neighborhood watch, the skunks in my sock got me rocked
But keep my eyes on the shot clock