The Ultimatum ft. King Magnetic, Des Devious, Reef The Lost Cauze, King

[bad word] 

The Ultimatum, let’s abbreviate em
The Ultimatum, let’s abbreviate
The Ultimatum, let’s abbreviate em
The Ultimatum, let’s abbreviate

[Verse 1: King Magnetic]

The ultimatum ain’t debated, ain’t the same as when you waiting
For someone to keep their word or the paper from a payment
Ain’t negating nothing, I can break their front and take it from them
Wait a month and take the pump and make em want to make up something
Take an up [bad word] artist or classic figure
If you see me reaching out, it’s to smack a [bad word] 
Melanin scheme is telling em squeeze, shell an MC (the breeze?) ease Gs
Felony three on melody schemes
They selling them dreams, DMX is Nelly to me
Telling them please just leave before I have to swell a person
It’s no question like playing the acapella version

[Verse 2: Des Devious]

Look I said it before, shouldn’t say it again
But in case you hard of hearing look you and your mans
Can get it in the worst [bad word] when killers thirsty
For a lame and his blood, sweep it under [bad word] 
Just like it never happened, we professional fighters
And I ain’t talking about scrapping, I’m talking pistol gripping
You know the rest, no need to stress how my niggas live it
Just know we go so hard, forego a lavish living
And since I had my taste can’t find nothing that’s better
Riding high gripping wood, [bad word] on the softest leather
Are y’all some scary dudes? Man I ain’t afraid of you
Murder you, crack a brew and watch it on the news

[Verse 3: Reef The Lost Cauze]

Get stabbed by the cuts on the Qwest beat, respect beef
Marty McFly [bad word]  get knocked into next week
What does the future hold? Bullets going through your clothes
My niggas is all large like a Jewish nose
Hold my arms and a hookah bowl
Y’all [bad word] ain’t been nice since the Eagles won the Superbowl
Check your stat books, get your rat hooks
Out my rap books, biting [bad word] niggas get your snacks took
You in the scrapbook scrap shook
Y’all niggas think beef is what these dudes type on their Macbooks
I’ll smash your Hewlett-Packard you [bad word] doofus rapper
AOTP [bad word] it’s the newest chapter

[Verse 4: King Syze]

Catch me in the street dressed pretty as [bad word] 
But when [bad word] to these raps I get gritty for real
Knock em out the box, Syze
I spin your [bad word] head counterclockwise, you niggas is not Syze
You full of [bad word] like a pot pie labels better cross them Ts, dot them Is or them shots fly
Pass the Master, have to blast you
Choke on the track like please excuse the asthma
Please excuse my French, [bad word] the Spanish
Talking ghetto language the hood can understand it
I wrath of God Satan, [bad word] the apostles
Army Of The Pharaohs back ready to rock you

[Verse 5: Vinnie Paz]

Vinnie [bad word] smash your jaw, it ain’t nobody rapping half as raw
I was writing rhymes over loops by Stacy Lattimore
Guess you wondering what Vinnie need all the assassins for
Guess you wondering if I’m [bad word] or fascist boy
Shoot three at you and push the rock like this was basketball
Chop your body up in little pieces with my plastic saw
Y’all need to overstand the jux is real
 [bad word] with ghetto boys and I ain’t talking Bushwick Bill
If looks could kill then y’all would be kaputs for real
We drink your blood and hang your body up on hooks of steel
I push the pills, call me Vinnie the psychiatrist
And y’all are gonna have to see defeat like a podiatrist

[Verse 6: Celph Titled]

In the dice game you say I won’t place those bets
That’s like saying you know the Wu, but call that dude Ghostface ‘Deck’
I leave your whole face wet like you got hit with a water balloon
The size of a propane jet
Altercations all the ones I took place in no police was involved
If I’m beefing we ain’t greeting, I’m deleting you, pa
I keep my weed in a jar and roll it in a Philly wrapper
I’m AOTP so I roll with Philly rappers
And will