Sound Off

[Royce Da 5'9":]

You herbs we merged, we're an alliance

We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us?

We an outfit, equivalent to Voltron's

That boy Crooked I is equivalent to four arms

Joell Ortiz is the body

The cannibal slash killer, kill you then eat your body

Joe Budden is the pair of legs

He runs shit alongside I, the apparent head

I am the general, bow now

Fuck saluting!

I don't really think y'all niggas get it

Run up on your with a army it is

On until it's done, finished

You got a problem with any one of my slaughters

Then y'all niggas can come with it

Me and Joey, we a perfect fit

He like starting shit, I like ending shit

I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit

It ain't intricate

I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass

You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling

Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm violent

I don't make threats nigga I promise

My style is Stalin mixed with sick lyrics

If you hear it, it'll lift your spirit

Turn your appearance into a disappearance

Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Ding

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]

I fuck with nothing but gangstas

Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!

I fuck with nothing but my clique

Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off... HUT!

I fuck with nothing but gangstas

Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!

I put my money on my clique, hot shit

Coming out the barrel of my fifth

[Joell Ortiz:]

I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry more so

Guess that's why I'm the torso

I pour sweat when I perform shows

What I record goes down as the best, but the vets won't let that torch go

Y'all could keep it, they got flashlights now

And flamethrowers, and I got one on my back right now

Remain focused, that's what I tell myself now and then

Don't want to go back to that block like when Varejao defends

Uh-oh, my stomach growls again, I ain't none of you cowards friends

Every human out of my sight before I count to ten

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

I'm hungry like I never ate

Set a table up with knives, forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate

All these sweet dummies looking me like a pepper steak

Means we never seperate, we ain't married

Jab it everytime I touch a pen, I sort of set a date

I'll devestate your career, look I'm a demonstrate

Let me get a good breath take before I regulate

(Takes Breath) Okay, bye bye you guys, don't try to rhyme

Cause line for line

What I design is mine and mine

My joint's divine, meaning right behind

And thank God it shines all the light in mine

So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind

Come here girl, toma, toma, take that, take that

[Hook]

[Crooked I:]

You rappers chasing popularity by any means, doing silly things

Buying too many size 20 skinny jeans

The west treat me like I'm really king

I'm Pacquiao in the Phillipines, illest thing niggas seen

You rappers dressing like you fittin to sing Billie Jean

I got to intervene, fuck you I'm a intervene

You loud talking, wouldn't kill a thing

Matter of fact, where's your head nigga? I got the guillotine

Fuck your Hollywood limousine and rented bling

I give you three red dots and I call it a triple beam

I'll put your pad on your property, fag

Properly rob you and hop in the Jag

If you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your body

You'll rock a colostomy bag

Shot in the abs, moms will be sad

Pops will be mad, doctor be glad

Possibly be stopping the plasma dropping

Clock running out and the outcome bad

Any one of you niggas fuck with my team

Pretty ass thing with the infrared beam

Sleep on that and get killed while you dream

Fuck a rap group Slaughterhouse a machine

Slaughterhouse, a regime

I'm gooned up if you know what I mean

Everybody want to be down with the king

No, no, no, no, no fly zone.

[Hook]

[Joe Budden:]

My one goal's to astonish

Tell the President, VP, (you could) notify the Congress

They say I'm arrogant, pompous, but I'm honest

I tell them keep an accomplice away from the accomplished

They still making threats on your highness

But I tell them where I be, they just ignore the compass

I think all your mans' play dough, I don't buy that movie, Fandango

Fans they know that what? You a soldier to a general

Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight Navy SEAL

Tell them little dudes I ain't mad at y'all

College kids like Asher Roth

Y'all just trying to put food on the table

While I'm a just come and try to snatch it off

If it ain't for me

Most young dudes would be angrily

But anxiously awaiting bankruptcy

Wonder what makes little motherfuckers think they the same as me

I'm synchronised you and your men should die

Learn certain shit you ain't meant to try

Got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise

Best bet is to attempt to fly

Shit's a game, you down, you in for life

Fuck y'all, I ain't got to generalize

Y'all enabled to write what the pen describes

So when he asked what I meant and why, I tell him

[Hook]