[Intro: Cappadonna]
  Shake 'em... post up.. (move... yeah)
  Hold that nigga..
  
  [Cappadonna]
  It's like a snake bites the flesh, I damage and leave the poison
  Ruckus in the Square, it's me who brought the noise in
  The vocab killa, usin' my words like matches
  Settin' fire to the jam like Backdraft & Hellfire
  Latches, start to unlock when I rock
  You with the ready rock, hip hop feels the block
  You can't stop, bouncin' and movin'
  Cuz I walk these dogs like I'm righteous
  Buildin' in the cypher with twelve Gods
  People from all over flood the street like cars
  To hear the drama, who's that spectucular rhymer?
  It's me: C-A-P-P-A, D, double E
  Cappadon' brings the shit from cross the sea
  With the laid back style that pump inside the Porsche
  If this was the Olympics, I be holdin' the torch
  With the phat golden 'dallion hangin' down from my neck
  We the slang prostitution get the dookie respect
  
  [Interlude: Cappadonna]
  Yeah, talkin' bout, get that money up
  Birth of Don'... what up Rae? What up Ghost?
  Look at this..
  
  [Cappadonna]
  I'm a lyrical arson, my technique is awesome
  Verbal murderer darts and suttle the beat metamorphis
  Step into my office, I torch this, for chips I cost this
  More hits, no water hits, unrecord this
  I swing a sword quick, original Don' for hire
  I attack microphones and set 'em on fire
  Welcome to my environment of ill vocal attire
  Pass the wire, it's the twelve o'clock rock
  That makes the hip hop beats, dart armanilla
  Straight Killa Hilla, ol' school joints and Miller
  Baggy jeans, the gun-gums vest in the dumb-dumbs
  Come on my team pick corns and we rump-a-pump-pump
  Coins, and we dumb-dumbs be Donna Goines and my niggas
  No feds, easy on the pictures (come on now)
  Watch everything and search those bitches
  
  [Outro: Cappadonna]
  See you, word up
  We don't get no prop-love
  Rump-a-pump-pump-pump
  Come on, can I say it?
  Pass the tape, get the fuck up
  What, what, Homicide, S.I
  What, baby? The hustle... come on
  Surrender! Move, haha, grab 'em, what's really good?
  You fuckin' faggots!
  I tried to tell ya niggas, we won't be opressed no more..
  We ain't takin' it, nigga, this shit is real!
  This album right here is called "The Struggle"
  Don't forget! It's my fuckin' word..
  2003, slash, Code:Red, nigga! *three gun shots*