Verse 1
Odin
O, D, I, N, Relentless representer/
buff gyal banger, top boy, mic thrasher/
rappers chat a lot of shit, I ain't buying it/
just like your CD ‘coz no one’s buying it/
I'm a spitting abomination, with grit and determination/
I spit and I dominate ‘em with shit that will terminate ‘em/
you can't plagerise my rhymes or even trace ‘em/
my bars will leave you close to defeat, there in the basement/
waste mans waste time all they do is keep waiting/
I'm trying to mask the horror of the game like Jason/
I'm using ouija boards to locate your ghost writers/
I'm a ghost buster duppy mc like Ghost Rider/
got the heart of a king, and the soul of a tiger/
so don't lose your life like drunk Grand Prix drivers/
I’ve got 4 metaphors 3 styles galore/
I'm just 2 good I’m number 1 for sure/ let’s go

Chorus
Down low scratching
(Canibus sample)
“‘Coz we’re rolling rough when the soldiers rush/
either you roll with us or you’ll get blown to dust/”
(Jadakiss sample)
“I’d rather just sit back and roll a dutch/
think about how’m a put the game in a cobra clutch/”
x2

Verse 2
Baraka
I’ve always stayed true to the hip hop culture/
now I’m making money like a rich stock broker/
I’m sick of rappers like Kanye West/
why the fuck does he try to write when his bars ain’t fresh?/
the only thing that’s worse is Kanye’s free-styling/
his clothes make him look gayer than Andre 3000/
I can’t work out why Lil Wayne’s become successful/
he acts like a fool ‘coz he’s hooked on pimp juice and Red Bull/
it’s no wonder why people are sick of hip hop/
the entire culture’s grid-locked like Tupac and Tim Roth/
I’ve had enough now it’s pay-back time/
I’m sick of all you faggot rappers ‘coz you make wack rhymes/
the back of my hand’s like a battering ram/
I’m making hip hop for life you’re just a flash in the pan/
you’re just enough rapper on an ego trip/
fuck off, go to hell and eat a dick you piece of shit/

Chorus

Verse 3
Ki
Ever since we were little kin’s snickering and bickering/
we never figured when we grow to bigger ‘ins to switch to men/
started as a unit each member ready to stick up men/
and bring beef to the kitchen then jail time we risking in/
but man who ain’t ready and their imagination tickling/
won’t be able to succeed and upgrade to millions/
even though your flows were better than turned to cheddar and/
drug trafficking constant satisfactioning/
lost the heart and art of your sword so you’re acronyms/
lost the punch in their lines, it’s only a natural fact that brings/
jealousy but these melodies get me set/
before my age reaches double 15 reject/
eject any prick that wanna act like an eediot/
and drop any pussy than wanna hold me back/
friends and business don’t mix like two big dicks/
so play your position or suck out you fucking prick/