My favourite verse on the album - Crooked I on Onslaught 2:
And for them wack songs that you made
I want you to throw your pen, but hold the grenade
Explode to your grave - and go straight to hell
When your soul is enflamed for the road that you paved
The role that played, in feckin up hip-hop
You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to your brain
Closer than the close shave of a low feckin fade
Don't feck with me, don't feck with J-O-E
With Nickel we gon' make more cheese
Heavy hitter, call me Joell David Ortiz (what up!)
I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth
On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beef
I'm one in a mil', comin to kill
It's like you won an appeal, my gun put your back on the streets
Spine on the concrete lookin at the sun
Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked have to come?
He was full of 'gnac and rum, like a bully actin dumb"
Fully-automatic umm, that's Crooked havin fun
Listen, don't make a nigga find your dame
And make the dime give me brains 'til my mind is drained
Listen, don't make me grab a 9 and aim
And how your dime did me, do yo' mind the same
But different, the West Coast king Crooked I
I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die – get 'em up HIGH
fireeeee