Soliloquy Of Chaos

Five carloads deep, time to go do a show

Got a massive crew and we're ready to roll

So I grab my gear hop in the whip and ride

Premier he's got the fly dope system inside

But my shit cranks too and we've got mad tapes

Of all the underground groups with the lyrics and bass

Off into the new york night we go

Dre Large got the camera, Biggest Gord's got three rolls of film

So we can take the macked out photos

Tommy Hill, The Damaja and my man Guzmo

Corey and Smurf and Lil Dap's got a forty

My man Gary and Shiz and the Nutcracker shorty

Mike Rhone, chillin' like Capone

Robinhood, known as Mel with the clientele

Mo, JT, Mega, can't forget Black

Big Rob and Sincere, yes the posse's fat

Outloud pulls up plus there's Sid and OC

Big Mel from Strong I and H.L. the one and only

O Delicious, Eli, Bazz and Eon

And the aroma of the blunts has me thinking beyond

And to the rest of the crew you know the bond is strong

And you know who's who, so let me not prolong

For this was a night to remember

I had on the beige Tims with the two tone leather

So we get to the jam, the gig, the venue

Then we circled around and then drove into

The front the place was packed the line was long

I was bobbing my head 'cause the music was on

I turned it down then I peeped to my right

I saw this kid and his girl having a fight

Another kid walked up and mushed the kid in his face

And then the kid pulled out and bust and laid him to waist

A riot broke out girls screaming and scheming crews

Started buck wilding trying to snatch kids jewels

After that Five-O came and turned the party out

And then an ambulance came to take the body out

And we didn't even get all the equipment out

And we didn't even get to turn the place out

This can happen often and it's really fucked up

So I'll ask you to your face, homeboy what's up?

Did you come to see my show or the stupid nigger playoffs?

Killing you and killing me, it's the soliloquy of chaos

Chaos

And if you live in the cities where streets reek warfare

People getting nowhere bot you go for yours there

You'll find it doesn't pay to front or play the role

You could get stole or maybe beat with a pole

Then you'll wanna retaliate, regroup and come back

So you set the brothers up for a sneak attack

Whether you die or kill them, it's another brother dead

But I know you'll never get that through your head

'Cause we're mislead and misfed facts, we're way off

Killing you and killing me, it's the soliloquy of chaos

Chaos

Chaos

Chaos