Undergods, Crooked I, Erick Sermon - The Guilty Will Pay lyrics

Not you burnt out yet? Aye
Let's work up a sweat
Canibus ain't even finished with
His verse yet let's be pragmatic
You're a sociopathic rap addict
Probably the best fashion if you have it
Diarrhea in the vocal booth
This nigga don't know what to do
The only one he open up to is you
I said I write a hundred rhymes
He said he wrote one rhyme a hundred times
But it never sound tougher than mines
Spit a rhyme like Nasty Nas like Jaheim
Jadakiss to Jay-Z when he was on Jive
When Wolf died I was with Busta Rhymes
So much time passed I just
Can't adjust all the time
Here is the bread, here is the blood
There are fifty thugs in the
Room here's what we done
Crashed the mothership
The brothers of the Undergods recovered it
Do you prefer public or private punishment
Motherfucker