(Verse 1: MICjordan)
Battling Levi, you won't know whether to spit flows or prayers
I break it down like pro debaters, corroding posers and haters
Mic Jordan's lobo nature is a grisly motivator
exposing fakers, froze 'cause you know I'm cold as glaciers
'cause my flow is major, I'll turn a foe into a glowing crater
oh, you're sharp? I'm Edward Scissorhands holding razors
so I suggest you get correct, 'cause if you ever disrespect,
I'll lay you flatter than your little sister's chest
trying to bite ENS you're better off drinking liquid lead
mixed with arsenic and mercury,
starting shit will certainly result in surgery on body parts that's ripped
words release like a shotty cocked and spit
like the one that shot Dick Cheney's homie's face,
it's a stone-cold disgrace the way they perpetrate like phony jakes
Donny Brasco-ass bastards sold their soul for papes,
then drew heat and rattatatatted to stop the chatter
like acting hard changed the fact that they're soft rappers.
What are these cats after?
What's the purpose of this conditioning?
It's odd like dogs with chicken feet,
women in in awe religiously of cats who'd rather proposition me
and I'm not homophobic, but things have gotten so distorted
that guys with perms and more jewels than girls are normal for us
and a cat who can't rap can blow up performin a chorus
on a crappy cookie cutter beat crammed with corny verses.
I crack corneas, creating crazy compositions
complete complex concepts relating thoughts and visions
play it on a knockin system, or you'll miss the full effect
I'm like a getaway car crash, I drop jewels and wreck, nikka!

(Verse 2: Poor)
Ayo, my town's got 'wrappers' like Brach's, like it or not
it's the P still holding his crotch, and Holden C, off top
I rock the sure shot, at your local short stop
wreck flows and get props, the cream of the crop
and that the way it's gonna be, 'cause I got it like Wal*Mart
the rhyming Allspark, already considered an old fart,
a menace to a Guinness, chess, checkers, spades and rhythms
I mastered hip-hop without having to master gimmicks!
The sore thumb that's on one, sonning sun running from no one,
a Shogun from Sacto to Folsom
my tongue's so cold, it made my throat numb and hoes come
the flow's awesome, spit flame like Dhalsim over war drums
you want some? These dum-dums let Levi collide up on the same track
To hijack the lime from these lame cats, who play rap
stay back or get scorched, we run with the torch
to set flames to a sucker's porch, oh, oh, of course
it's the T (T)-R-I-B, E, O-F to the motherfuckin' L, E-V-I!

(Verse 3: NowOrNever)
So peep the guy sharp enough to pierce a hole in the sky
just like a bullet aimed high, peep the force of the Tribe
as we strive and walk wise while the goal's to survive
with all my people perservering here, controlling their lives
and that's why we stay inventive, we got the proper incentives
refreshing styles replenish and clears up them blemishes
wise from the genesis, instead of pissed I reminisce
of endless venomous nemesis who just tend to dis
snakes hiss, still I persist to exist and make hits,
sacking the quarterback, the team's on a blitz
with rich wits, while y'all square peg cats is misfits
the ritz life of glamour and glitz is not it!
It's a game of pimps and tricks, politics, call it quits
my folks is hella broke with a focus to find a fix
bricks that the builder refused to ever pick
can benefit the people that need it up in the mix!