Artist: Louis Logic f/ Vinnie Paz, L Dorado, Jus Allah & B.A. Barakus
Album:  Blame it on the Hooch .2
Song:   Blood Reign
Typed by: ehhviin@yahoo.com

[Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, Vinnie Paz nigga, 2G, baby 
Army of the Pharoahs, all that good shit, yo, yo

[Ikon the Hologram]
The Lawnmower Man smashes through your skull with battle axes
We whip asses with the jaws and daggers, that slashes
Crushing opposition like we was fascist
Stigmata and full gashes, we bashes
The faggots who can't attack it right
Take they sternum and then turnin' 'em into my acolytes
That's the sight of blood that make a child stop
That's the rights of thugs that keep it wild hot
I hate you, say to pray to our heavenly father
It's fatal, like a NATO military armada
We hotter warriors from Atlantis
Couldn't overstand how raw the Hologram is
The Mantis, who use the flame rod
Cause y'all couldn't physically bruise the name God

[L Dorado//Diamondback??]
Yo, the technique, detrimental to your immune
Leave you in the dust, let y'all niggas choke on fumes
It's the type nice, aerodynamic, gigantic
Shadow I cast is dominant, royal highness
North Philly's own homegrown champion
Purposely remainin' unknown until shone
Cold as stone, the stage, my home away from home, I
Prefer to leave these clone niggas alone
Buildin' a home for lost emcees gone wrong
Feel the pressure of my team come on strong
It's QD

[Black Thought: Never try duplicate the skills executed son, 
Listen up suckas to what I say...breakin out in unstoppable]

[Jus Allah]
Megatrauma's fuckin' monstrous, hoppin' outta Lake Loch Ness
Every motherfucker an' range is left topless
Roam the metropolis like shit's copless
Y'all cockless, we stuff y'all in boxes 
For stuffed pockets, yo, my thugs is thick
Thug'll crisp 'em when we gotta put a slug in your bitch
Spotted your dame, Pharoahs, we shatter your brain
Till a nigga salary change to lateral gain
Like Calgary Flames, puttin fire on ice
Put me in hell, for puttin' four nails in Christ 

[Louis Logic]
I'm like Billy Goat Gruff under the bridge, and Governor Ridge
Waitin' to knock heads off, I'm a mean son of a bitch
With a itch to misbehave and wave a switchblade 
In front of your face so close it'll leave your whiskers shaved
So disengage, or rip the pages from your notepad
Shove 'em up the whole between your lower back and gonads
The only way your rhymes'll be the shit
You need to read the script on playin' gay
Cause you cats could eat a dick
Servin' sucka emcees a fifth of the drunken stylin
Rippin' M-I-Cs like a pub in Dublin, Ireland

[B.A. Barakus]
Hey yo I got a fetish to see flesh rip 
When my tec spits, breakin' the bone where your chest is
I dare a nigga to try'n battle
I put the sweat in your palms when you swallowed your Adam's apple
Eat emcees like chupacabra was eatin' cattle
And feed disease with palabras, frequently rattle
I make the hardest man fall back and start to squeal
Hold a fifth to his face, taste the steel
The squad i got roll deep and stay ruthless
You're useless, fuck with us ya' leave toothless
We often known as psycho drama dispensers
Paralyze niggas and put 'em in trauma centers