[Verse One: Juice]

Now through the smoke I appear, approachin from the rear

Got the other team nervous with their coaches

Yo the dopest is here, forget ya eyes focus ya ears

These are the lyrics you been hopin to hear

I'm in the back of the spot and I see some niggaz rappin for props

Hopin their albums might happen to drop

I just walk by, they never shoulda let the rhyme sniperin

I take it to the stage, forget the friendly ass cypherin

I'm 'bout to make sure these rappers never touch a mic again

I'm inpolite when I really really start to strikin 'em

Inside they thin lines they look like they been poppin Vicatins

Break fingers to the point where rap singers never write again

I walk to the stage like I'm fittin MC

Step to the cordless, it's him against me

I, pity the nigga tryna go against me

Mister J-U, I-C-E the MC



[Hook]

In the trenches, ever since the drama begun

That's just the way it is, the way it gotta be done

I let the world know these rappers ain't as hot as me son

There's a lot of numbers out there, I gotta be one



I declare war, ever since the drama begun

That's just the way it is, the way it gotta be done

I let the world know these rappers ain't as hot as me son

First the LP, next the monopoly come



[Verse Two: Juice]

Now my opponent got skills too, I'm knowing how dope he get

But fucking with big Juice, that's inappropiate

I'm on some "when-the-plane-land-I'ma-win-the-trophy" shit

Rip 'em in the particles and bounce if he provokin it

He spit first, a sick verse, it sounds written

I reply with some shit that simply leave the ground splittin

And if it was written, so what - 'cause fools love it

I can't accuse him like he wrote it, I done been accused of it

the same way, first I'm the rapper you want a piece of

Then you say it's written when all the lyrics sound cohesive

What you want me to do? Dress up like you?

Fumble with my metaphors and mess up like you?

My nigga no, can't do; Juice just released venom

That hit him in his chest before he deceased [?]

For a three-count, he died on his very last night

It's a fast fight, somebody come and preach his last rights



[Hook]

In the trenches, ever since the drama begun

That's just the way it is, the way it gotta be done

I let the world know these rappers ain't as hot as me son

There's a lot of numbers out there, I gotta be one



I declare war, ever since the drama begun

That's just the way it is, the way it gotta be done

I let the world know these rappers ain't as hot as me son

First the LP, next the monopoly come