Intro: Common
  
   Yeah, U.N.I.Verse
   at war
   U.N.I.Verse (when you and I verse)
   at war motherfucker
   We gonna do this Chi-town style (verse at war)
   Illadelph, you know how we get down
   You know the business (Illtown illanoid)
   Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category)
   Yessah, hah, yeah (preacher man with the Com)
   Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it)
  
   Chorus: 2X
  
   When you and I verse at war (U.N.I.Verse at War)
   And your verse at core, for what you thought before
   Steppin up into a zone you should never explore
   The next level or, level of the whole conceptor
  
   Verse One:
  
   Check it, rappers
   Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes
   Sounding like hoes
   Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples
   I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man
   Rotated down to Phil, to say what I feel
   Get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh
   War, going on between the West and the East
   of the land, niggaz don't own a piece
   Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me
   My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie
   Throw your hands in the air, if you the true and living
   Beware, the new world order, the devil's new religion
   Sent my homey to the number two division
   Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver
   Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin
   at a table with sophisticated bitches
   Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother
   Nor do I call every nigga my brother
   Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik
   So don't Question a Brother, to the Roots I get deep
  
   Verse Two:
  
   Yo, enter the last era
   Your scholarship into the world of politics
   and mascara, we operate within this artificial op-era
   I bring hip-hop terror like the Fuhrer
   The Ace Ventura into the horror
   Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border
   I'll struc-ture a style destroy your whole aura
   Plus you're a-drenalin'll rise before your eyes
   and mortalize, my image hit the skies
   Deceive the devil in disguise
   My music I parenthesize
   Represent the wise, do this be how we enterprise
   Kid no compromise (yeah, yeah) I'm thinkin fast like drama
   Dyin I wear your mind away like Alzheimer
   I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama
   The A-O this year we leavin em in trauma
   Then after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacy
   or history of the family, the fifth dynasty
   For humanity, to bear witness to this
   Del-val-syllable stylist
   You know the time kid
  
   Chorus 2X
  
   Verse Three:
  
   Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet
   Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid
   Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic
   The rock was typed graphic now watch the mic blast it
   Shootin at the stars with emphatic rap static
   See the mirror shatter from thoughts, I'm bustin back at it
   The Lieuten-ant, the ele-phant, sippin automatic
   Mic, rippin asiatic, architects out to have it
   The turn of the century, the planet's like a penitentiary
   exaggerated, niggaz is livin highly medicated
   I Used to Love but now she violated
   Hip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated
   They outdated and incarcerated
   Loved and appreciated hated and very debated
   For every career created was eliminated
   And that's the way the balance of yin and yang related
  
   Verse Four: Common
  
   As the block is de-vine
   Niggaz swing on in a safari
   Wild niggaz, like I'm high on latari
   Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see
   Get out the city for a sec be at the places I be
   Hey, I'ma be back on the deck, opening
   Business in places for you to cash your check
   My, neck of the woods ain't all good ain't all bad
   You can live in the burbs, and still get had
   The sad part about it niggaz had houses on the lake
   They tryin to move us out, the land we ain't appreciate
   For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate
   Call each other cuz cause of how we relate
   I see way too many Cadillacs with dope man plates
   Through the wind and blow-ups, is how niggaz communicate
   Harmonizing through beeper and reefer
   The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper
  
   Chorus 4X