Lyrics:

Yeah
We about to twist this shit up right here
(As we cross over into a new millennium)
It might be too strong for some
So I suggest you motherfuckers buckle the fuck up
(See what I'm saying?)
Where you gonna hide, hah
Rags to rags, how does the stone turn to static?
It's tragic, drop 'em lie a bad force of habit
Not dramatic, traumatic, got me turning in my sleep
Pencil pushin' putos, motherfuck critiques
No defeat, compete, never sleep and never will
And just like da Real, I've entered my time to kill
Climbin' in the ring, I'm gonna wear away the doubt
'Cause if I dug my own grave then I can dig myself out
Come on, come on
Check it, check it, check it
Takers, fakers, barrel-bottom scrapers
Separating family from those phony money makers
Papers stuffed, rolled and laced with a lesson
Vapors graced so aftertaste is faced with a confession
End of session, blessin' first impressions
Stressin' thinking twice
Blaming my aggressions on some other world's advice
Slice, split, splice, pay the price that it brings
But I can stand on my own
I don't need your strings
I'm not fuckin' split
I'm comin' out swingin' so heads be spinning
Bringing on the shit to keep their eardrums ringing
I'm comin' out swingin' with ties unstringing
Splitting up the frame for a whole new beginning
Cannot be controlled
Cannot be controlled
Cannot be controlled
Cannot be controlled (I'm comin' out swingin')
Cannot be controlled
Cannot be controlled
Cannot be controlled
Cannot be controlled
I've told too many lies
Built too many walls
Broken too many hearts
Shed too many tears
Burned too many bridges
Taken too many falls
Buried too many friends
I've buried too many fears
Shit's pumpin', bodies are jumpin'
Waiting for something or somebody
Up in the party to get the head bumpin'
Split it up, hit it up, but get it up
While I set it up, causing confusion, we wet it up
From the drum tracks, guitar strum
And high strung and fine tuned
Time is soon so let it hum from the power lung
I will come to make it happen
Over the bothersome bitches who want to jack it up
Track it up, pick it up, you better stick it up
Dope shit all over the table, you gotta lick it up
I'm comin' out swingin' so heads just spinning
Bringing on the shit to keep their eardrums ringing
I'm comin' out swingin' with ties unstringing
Splitting up the frame for a whole new beginning
I'm comin' out swingin'
I'm comin' out swingin'
I'm comin' out swingin'
I'm comin' out swingin'
I'm comin' out swingin'
I'm comin' out swingin'
I'm comin' out
I'm comin' out, motherfucker, ha ha ha
Split!

Family feuds and family ties
Now, you can sew them shut but I see through your eyes
(Jack it up, pick it up)
Through the surface, through the lies
And through your ability to hypnotize
Now my road is split and I can see no ends
I've got angel's wings mixed with plastic friends
I got two paths to choose and I can't decide
Too little, too late, two worlds divide
And our worlds divide
And our worlds divide
And our worlds divide
So you better choose your side
Split!

And our worlds divide
And our worlds divide
And our worlds divide
And our worlds divide