Lyrics:

yo, 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?

rags to rags, how does the stone turn to static?

its tragic, drop 'em lie a bad force of habit

not dramatic, traumatic- got me turning in my sleep

Pencil pushin' plutos, motherfuck critiques

no defeat, complete, never sleep 'n never will

and just like 'the real', I've entered my time to kill

climbing the ring, I'm gonna wear away the doubt

cause if I dug my own grave I can dig myself out

come on, come on

check it- check it- check it

takers, fakers, barrel bottom scrapers

seperating family from those phony money makers

papers stuffed, rolled, and laced with a lesson

vapors graced so aftertaste is faced with confession

end of session blessin' first impressions stressin' thinking twice

and blaming my aggressions on some other world's advice

so slice, split, splice and pay the price that it brings

but i can stand on my own, I don't need strings

I'm not fuckin' splitt

I'm comin' out swingin' so heads be spinning

bringing on the soup to keep the ear drums ringing

I'm comin' out swingin' with ties unstringing

splitting up the frame for a whole new beginning

I'm comin' out swingin'

I've told so 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', body's 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 traks- guitar strum and high strung

and fine tuned- the time is too soon so let it hum

from the power lung, the time come to make it happen

over the bother some 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

(chorus)

I'm comin' out swingin'- I'm comin' out swingin'

I'm comin' out- I'm comin' out, motherfucker..ha ha ha..

Splitt

family fueds and family ties

now you can sew them up but i see through your eyes

through the surface and through the lies

and through your ability to hypnotize

now the road has splitt 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

our worlds divide

so better choose your side

splitt- and out worlds divide