Artist: Da Monstar Mob f/ Ammo, Black Bull, Doc Doom, Huesane Album: Operation Takeover Song: Fabulous Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: all w/ ad-libs] Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous, fabulous Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous, fabulous [Huesane] We turn to monsters, when it's time to serve imposters Hands on the roster, dreaded so much they turn to rastas Fronting like MC's, you actors just deserve an Oscar I split a flow, and boil you alive, like burning lobsters Cook your heart and eat it once I crack your chest But express ain't screaming at your corpse, checkmate Whoever drops a rotten poem, I rock his dome Sticking needles in your face like Hellraiser, to show I got it throne My mind is gone, I'm still seaking where I lost it Got you bitch MC's blunt licking like Farrah Fawcett Aww shit, leaving ya'll split like open Vegas Hoping haters invading your turf like the Oakland Raiders [Black Bull] Murderous kinning when I'm in it, the black body bag fitting Black Bull up in it, gripping these fucking children Of they own, my ring got roam and hold it down Yo bring the four pound, and now I got the clown when I tear it down Where gangstas from, chump ass bitches that wanna act tough Ya'll up, but still I got you cross open a blood rush To conquer us, you know the Bull don't leave these niggas conscious That's nonsense, you keeping me heated like I'm the narcs [Chorus w/ Doc Doom ad-libs] [Ammo] I hood ride like the Earth surface, mentally When somebody ask you who be serving, mention me I'm a fugitive at large, erasing the taping charge Once a hundred if you ain't thinking the merger get out of dodge And calling the squad, it's little sheet, feel the slaughter Cuz battling me is harder than sleeping up under water Put that on my two daughters, you niggas is homos How you gon' aim for some cess, when you don't know where the scope is I got my eyes on the prize, never losing focus If rap was Christianity, I would be where the Pope is Show me love, cuz you don't friction, you better listen Cuz what I'm spitting, you really can't afford to be missing [Skarekrow] After long isolation, and scientific preparation My underground corporation release tracks of combination No hating, and my demonstration, illustrating higher skill That's real, born to build, communicate and levetate Observe the situation, now which style prefered? Strike harder than you pierce a nerve Six million words to die, or kill a mockingbird Which herb? Walking wizard, making miracles, talking blizzard I leave you frozen, make fume from your fossiles I battle with fallen angels, the city's jungle Clash of the cannibals, spiritual vandal You ain't got ammo, that you can see an action like glass pianos I shoot cannons from the control panel And build city with one finger, cuz my tracks'll linger Have it off the hook wit a broken ringer, you scream when I bring it From the vein to the grain [Doc Doom] Who wanna go toe to toe wit the rhyme pro, Doc Doom, my rhyme flows Stick out, way more than sore thumbs on albinos Black Knights the name, West Coast Killa Bee Gang We bang on niggas, quick to put flame to nigga For talking shit, you know I'm rolling wit the hardest quick Starting shit, gang bangers slash artistes All in this, game here something marvelous So pardon us, cuz homey, you don't really want no part of us I'm telling you, bailing off is what you better do Before I bring my weapon through and make bullets bring death to you Muthafucka... [Chorus w/ Doc Doom ad-libs]