Lyrics:

[Killer Mike]
Movie Suited up ready,yeah
Moving, running like a brand new Chevy, yeah
Gunning with the speed of a king, yeah
Going for the gold, no shit, yeah
Bring out the best of the best of the
Creme de la creme and put'em on the field, yeah
Watch your best get shit, yeah
Everybody * on the field, yeah
Field goal field goal field goal field goal
Everybody scoring on the field
Moving like a boss and takin' no loss
Train like a dog ain't no days off
If I was near deaf couldn't help myself
You couldn't hear with the help of a ref
I was told to defend this gold
Defend to the very last breath
(breath breath breath)

[Insane Cuts by Trackstar the DJ]

[EL-P]
El-Producto now wild boy stuff spittin dust
Pain and rain we know angels dump
El-Tornado want all your chumps

[Killer Mike]
It's that run and bump
That fee-fie-foe from
A tag team fuck a chump
This that vet spit
That villainous vicious
Venomous El-Tornado Kick

[EL-P]
Don't doubt that we won't fucking down you dogs
No clout to spend here we won't pound you all
Go shout it to the gods R T J has arrived
To make their minions cry burn our image in their eyes
Better get a little bit of that zen in ya
Come along little *
How'd El-Produc' get bigger, better, meaner
Living like a sinner, mean demeanor
Eat a dick scream to a mean leader, back to the ether