DJ Muggs vs. ILL BILL - Giants Stadium lyrics

[Ill Bill] Live at Giants Stadium with Ghostface & Van Halen Cypress Hill & AC/DC too Sarah Palin is a Wu-Tang fan, she was chillin with Diddy During Motherless Child she wild out and showed us her titties Sign of the black mark, digital triple six cash cards Devils clashing with ansars, b**hes grabbing they tampons I have to thank God for the places he put me Or rather for hip-hop, and the places it took me Aim at the game, hit the scoreboard with the sawed-off, the warlord Trying to recite what I write, could cause your jaw to fall off Flow is unique speak to the people, my flow is the street Words are the traffic lights and my soul is the beat My discipline is like walking on hot coals with the feet My confidence is like what you feel when you holding the heat But you don't need ratchets to validate the fact that you great But watch your mouth, I'm old school, you'll get cracked in the face In Farragut Road, trapped in the cold My fingers numb from bagging up coke, stranded on the planet of chrome In the jungle where the cannibals roam Smashing with ratchets at your dome Creeping up amongst a**a**ins of the soul [Q-Unique] I'm a Brooklyn beast bringing honor amongst crooks and thieves Fill the bong and let's cook these trees Hear the words of a murder fanatic, blasting with the black ratchet I'm a burner mechanic I'm here with Howie's nephew, together we connecting the dots We at Giants Stadium in the executive box In the constellation of rappers I'm the top stars Superbad, McLovin, shooting the cop's car And yeah we all loading the clip and feeling the heat But nah y'all ain't k**ing the street like Ill and Unique Spit venomous sh** like a coiled snake king And grab the cash in your safe behind the oil painting Running through New York's major blocks blazing Glocks And Decepticons lasers pop at Megan Fox It's the Fox 5 Newsroom where my sanity dies Cause I get more truth out of watching Family Guy The black Yankee fitted over the black do-rag The black banana clip thrown in the black schoolbag My memories of Lafayette High When I walked between the Coney Island thugs and the Mafia ties