Lyrics
Beowolf:
Texas Certified lone star classic
Blaze underground tracks like mine trains runnin’ rampant
Call me Doctor Jones, I'll whip yo ass in short rounds
On the trail of wack emcees like rabid blood hounds
Dig up new beats, unearth rhyme schemes
Unlock the mystery of making hip-hop history
b-boy archaeology, religiously,
I exorcise demons from your temple of doom
baptism by fire, sweep up your ashes with brooms
I slayed every emcee on the stage,
Packed up the mules and camels and went on the last crusade,
To the ends of the earth I walked like cain from kung fu,
Find hip hops holy grail like King Arthur would do,
What I found wasn’t a chalise spilling blood to the ground,
But an idea that can hold its own, pound for pound,
First of all, come from the heart and make sure you shit for real,
Ain't all about getting paid and gaining pussy appeal,
Secondly no matter if you reppin’ LA or DC,
Sounds from other regions give us credibility,
Add to hip hop power, form invincibility,
That’s why we’s reppin’ dallas now ‘til infinity,
Split endz mane, stakin claim to this industry.
Mike Skillz:
Texas certified, Lone Star classic,
boiling undaground, before erupting volcanic,
im like caved in granite, got tectonics forever flowing,
damaging amateur mic handlers, its time for me to ascend,
an everest climb into blistering winds,
bare chested, no gear tested,
don't follow my tracks fools, just stay nested,
the soles of my feet have sharp metal cleats,
that leave bobcat prints on Eve's twin peaks,
with random tactics i'm swinging pick axes,
there's no need to breathe, my heads wrapped in plastic,
launching flameballs, staight from my palms,
microphone mathmatics causing avalanche falls,
diving across divides, scaling up the sides,
fifty yards ahead the crest is in my eyes,
i post a wooden staff, attach a red flag,
with an aresol tag that reads "Dallas",
from now 'til infinity, Split Endz baby,
prospectors on yo industry...on yo industry.
Chorus:
Split Endz…yeah we wild and untamed,
Split Endz…yeah we destined for fame,
Split Endz…man this game it don't change,
Split Endz…so we stakin’ our claim.
(Repeat)
Outro:
Raise your hands, Scream our name,
Split Endz 'bout to change the game,
Raise your hands, Scream our name,
Split Endz here to stake our claim.
(Repeat)
