[scratching of the words "Refuse to lose"]
  
  [Verse 1]
  Here's ya ticket, ain't nothing more sick than terror dome
  I walk the path of righteous even when foul like joe peppitone
  The clock awoke me, it was like a quarter past six
  Got out of bed depressed home wid the kids talkin' bout real shit
  Non-Phixion, if you ain't down wid us then you a victim
  We stay tight like killers up north a new religion
  The ghetto's hell filled wid bad luck and born thieves
  Impossible greed throughout the projects mothers that blow weed
  Dance like Sam Jackson for rocks, aim at the cops
  Camouflage able to sensitise devils wid red dots
  I take Ashem's orders keep my team closer to Mexican borders
  With no pausin' full outstanders ghetto supporters
  
  Hook:
  I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose"
  I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose"
  (2x)
  
  [Verse 2]
  My baretta will serenade displays the worldly terror devils made
  They spread the plague of AIDS through medicaid
  And then they pray to idols made of gold
  Drapes ya blood and mark the scroll cold
  Broken skulls ontop of frozen totem poles
  Although the world's deviled and redded I stay level headed
  While these other cats are way too stupid so I doubt they'll ever get it
  You can't change somebody ignorant that want to be like that
  It's like detoxin' someone hooked on coke who won't stop smokin' crack
  Jane what?, unimportant paranoia stricken caught squeakin'
  Stickin' these normally peaceful people they clock tickin'
  Situations we escape, police station interrogation
  I stay a caucasoid mutation and destroy the nation
  I got the sharper sound, I fuck you up like you had chicken pox
  and got ya ass thrown in a piranha tank
  Twistin' the blitz of hot Non-Phixion cataclysm
  Shatter ya vision like a gat blastin' at ya children
  
  Hook (2x)
  
  [Verse 3]
  I got the balls against order so many people snortin' smack
  It's like I died and came back to take the presence of a rat
  Cause the streets that I walk is filled with garbage and traps
  Sure lack of funds ain't holdin' none
  Throughout the mash for better cash
  When I was ten I used to buy liquor wid no I.D
  Thinkin' back subliminally the store clerk was tryna kill me
  I was born in Puerto Rico raised in Brooklyn graz-ing
  Forced to be a man before even men became men
  Welfare and food stamps poor shit it made me sick
  Watchin' dealers all I stood makin' loot holdin' they dick
  I hated Eddie Murphy used to wish that he would quit it
  All that you ain't got no ice cream shit son, I lived it
  The bitter be the winter cold fours and street wars
  Saw the cops raid my the block and put the gods in on force
  Fifteen now I'm addicted to weed and nicotine
  Hip hop, lots of pussy and ladies wid strife scenes
  Robbin' gear from Chess King doin' my thing but got caught
  Learn to crush ya lies within the whole structure of the thought
  I got barred, a j.d. card was bizarre
  Started buildin' with the force he put me on that I was God
  Travel-ing from the place on the day I realised
  That the window to the soul be directly in the eye
  Art of war path, I study astrology and math
  The equator symbolic to how they split us up in half
  From bombs in outer space to violatin' our rights
  To cops who shove sticks in asses in Crown Heights
  To kids bein' raped to A&R's wid no taste
  To classism to race to buck fifties on the face man
  
  Hook (2x)
  *scratching of "refuse to lose" until fade*