5 Star Generals up in this bitch!
[Spyder]
Did you miss me, now envision me missing, it sucks
These bitches go nuts when Generals aint tearin it up.
You starin at us, wonderin where did all the mics-go
Teach all y’all to spit with it, the 5 Star Mistro.
Shit gets messy when you test the, best its interesting
So rest because you best be, ready for lyrical ingesting.
Sorry we went missing in action, we have quit relaxin
To spit the raps n’, leave again in an instant fashion
It’s the passion, that has the Generals dismantlin tracks
An animal pack, a house fire that leaves the mantle intact.
So put those cameras back, no snapshots for your laptops
We said all your lyrics first, so all you speakin is backwash.
You act-soft, your rhymes just like cushion-against-me
I fly by emcees, while you’re left pushin-a-ten-speed.
Fuck a tournament im pissed, made me laugh whenever-he-spat
Im off my rocker, so CW open armed welcome-me-back.
[McZu]
On some Onyx shit, be prepared for your Last Dayz
One fifth of the bars of one fifth of the Stars goes past amaze
No fiasco, sleep on us and you end up like Terri Schiavo
Torture you, postpone your END, call us Lupe Fiasco
You tire us, so I refer to you as plain continental products
Drifting away ‘cause we reign, now picture our monumental conduct
Generals mental state of mind, is similar to an MRI
You’ll see past the bullshit in the game, just our miraculous side
Glorious minds are better than ‘em, aint talking Diesel
Your mirror will be acting like Santana, ‘cause you’ll see skull
They called out? Yeah, ‘cause they run their mouth, ock
No they’re part of the Fall Out Boys without the rock
Generals aint snobbish, though we stuck up
You bitches will always be under us, ‘cause we don’t fuck up
We a walking weapon group, word for word smashing
Generals are always strapped, like girl-on-girl action
[Solace]
Ill is an understatement, I'm underrated, my power, well the thunder makes it,
In full concentration, blast light on concepts at the top and you're under; face it,
Correcting everything wrong that's constant, I ain't great, I'm just being honest,
I'm rare, people study me like a comet, and I always get better like electronics,
So stop it, you're all aggravating with complaining daily so I get so frustrated,
Before I cock this, 12 gauge to spray the day with hate, bliss fading, you'll hate it,
With raw complexity, no enemies vexing me, try testing me, you're dead, you'll see,
Prove to me you're the best MC, best believe my jets can be the best weaponry,
Invest in vests to rest indeed, I can strike at night, fight whenever you're ready,
You'll be splattered after you're battered like glass shattered, just like confetti
Don't tempt me I'm deadly, instead be retreating this evening, don't meet me,
Rip your intestines, feed it to poor after I feed you raw meat and leopard feces,
Fuck a treaty, you weaklings can't defeat me, I'm a savage beast, a lyrical fiend,
No one can have me beat, I ravage beats, to Nas I'm a miracle, a dream,
An animal you can't tame, I rewire mainframes, to practice twisting brainwaves,
It's a general take over, this days over, we're taming today in insane ways.