[Chorus: Dom Pachino] I run in the spot, observe the whole place Alert the Team, it's about to take place Keep my eyes on the safe, security's weak And surveillance is out dated
[Chapel] Yo, it's the N, to the A, to the P, to the A-L-M Roll the arsenal for all sorts of dilligent men We up against, boy you know they past tense Uh-huh, double up, more CREAM to spend It's a war zone, that's why your clips is stem For the soft M.C.'s, we the ones that you commend Use our courage of strength, to wash away the past tense Darts more sharp than the picket wired fence Only way I lay a rhyme if the words make sense Underscore worldwide, I guess it all depends How we run wild, hitting cats, or we offend Rock they jaw, then sparks up a weapon to det' Pulling swords, don't matter, if you try and prevent It's because of big tragedy, criminal attempts Always know the verbs, from the mouth that I prevent Fire camouflage, ammo, when you hide our trench
[Dom Pachino] You can rush success, it travel at it's own rate So I rock harder than a stone gate I'm gangsta, nigga, like Capone in his state A mind, I design, Napalm, the Team hold weight Create the machine, the green flow great See these M.C.'s won't wait with they hands out We pull the hammers out, redeme you're aggreing by a large amount Now you wanna talk it out? I'mma let my work speak for itself If I had no Team, then I'd do it for delf You can catch my shit on the shelf, in the local mom & pop stores Cuz I got the raw, let the smokers in the hood be fiending for This is Team Napalm and we pulling a score
[NLZ] Yo, I laid in the trench with M-16 With a jacket, full of metal for my Napalm Team Air a soldier, stealth bomb, fifty cal' toasters Do it like a soldier, on a mission, it's suppose to My niggas hold fort, I keep my enemies closer They like ashes camo' for the metal rub lotion Oops, I mean potion, I show no love I get acquited for the murder like the O.J. glove Blow a dub of 'dro stemi', eyes low, stay red Swig a little, still reserved, take it straight to the head Kid bugged out, niggas get rubbed out, I'm thugging My rims too big, in your wheel, real brother I'm too stubborn, yo, he don't hold weight, get off my corner Before something make your head deflate
