"Everybody Diez"(feat. ABK & Bushwick Bill)
  Everybody dies
  Everybody dies
    [Jamie Madrox]
  Patchwork, sewn together from dues to dirt
  From earthgrown and weather conditions of the desert
  And everyone's a part of it, some more then others
  Sons, daughters, and brothers, laywers, accountants, and even grandmothers
  New comers and old faces, people of any races, and familiar places
  Parents and teachers, prostitutes and preachers
  Throw ya hands to the sky and pray that he can see us
  Living how we got to live, and doing what we got to do
  Praying for another day so we can fight and make it through
  Some of us are designed for crimes, some of us designed for rhymes
  Still we congregate in unemployment lines
  One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same world
  Just we on another page. (one more time)
  One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same world
  Just we on another page...
    [Chorus x2]
  Come on, we on another page
  (Everybody dies)
  Come on, we on another page
  (Everybody dies)
    [Monoxide Child]
  Once I lit a smoke off a bitch I fried
  And I ashed it in her face when she died
  Who you bitches you calling regular when you out of my zone?
  Like a celluar phone that's stuck on roam, now get ya mind blown
  That's me and my man at your door, and we looking for a reason to start the war
  You should of never tried to take a stab at us
  And you never should of rapped on us
  We see the game from way the others hurried and rush
  We broke them down, rolled them up, sparked the flame and smoked them all in the dust, what?
  You couldn't touch me bitch, not even if you wanted when it's supposed to
  Bitch I'll have your whole block haunted
  Flaunt us like the beans in your chilli, we all know the really really
  Monoxide slap your girlfriend silly
  Big Willie get your throat cut and left bleeding
  While my homeboy's banging your girl, while ya leaving
    [Chorus x2]
  Come on, we on another page
  (Everybody dies)
  Come on, we on another page
  (Everybody dies)
    [Bushwick Bill]
  What ya looking at, where ya bitch at?
  I'll make her bounce on till the back's up
  Thinking you're something that your other playas tap off
  Holes in your stomach, till your whole waist snap off
  Pour on some 'nac, bite the bottle cap off
  Hate it with a passion when a bitch nigga act off
  Ride on ya hood everyday and never slack off
  Never let it get squash, never let it slide
  Die mothafucka, die mothafucka, die
    [Anybody Killa]
  Flip through a couple pages, looking into my background
  All you see is the dead around
  Daddy always said there'd be days like this
  Now daddy's dead and gone cause he was granted his only wish
  I can't believe all the drama when it comes to death
  Ain't nothing you can do but pay respect
  Slip into the afterlife, feeling light as a feather
  Everybody dies, so quit acting like you livin' forever
    [Chorus x2]
  Come on, we on another page
  (Everybody dies)
  Come on, we on another page
  (Everybody dies)