The Generals are building up a lyrical Babylon
Even if you on a general floor –you wouldn’t be on our level, son
If ya’ll run the game –then the Generals pedal
Only heart you got is of a dead man’s chest like Jack Sparrow
Stop joking, you’ll OD on our lyrical ammo
When you record the Generals heat in a ledger -end show
You in need of air? Then get that sperm working faster
We special; we aint common, we past her
Call us General mase, we always amaze, we rap’s saviors
Whenever we spit –we leave the mic Darth Vadered
We be wrecking you quick.. yessir fast
A small dose of Zu will leave ya shaking like Yasser Arafat
It’s a fact –the 5 Star Generals leave you gasping
Lyrical powers? We won't but we could-share like last name of Ashton
Try looking for better than the General’s whole fort
And it’ll leave ya eye with a dark mark like that crew of Voldemort