Caliber:
Bust out, thrust out, get outta prison, never thought that our mission,
Was done now let's go get out restart, what wasn't finished,
Everyone thought that we was jokin', chokin' on recycled air,
Not knowin', it was our intention to get outt here, we outta there,
Fame:
I'm the sick, criminal minded, locked up in solitary confinement,
So dark, feels like I'm blinded, if there's a way out this bitch I'ma find it,
Bang head on each one of these four walls, suddenly an alarm goes off,
Doors open up, my imagination?, this ain't the time for procrastination...

Caliber:
So now, what are we gonna do?, our faces are all over the news,
How the fuck are we gonna plan this shit?, these bastards and pricks have plastered our pics for the public,
Don't you know we're the number one subject? How the fuck do you expect to out run this?,
Fuck it, let's take back our shit, I'll die for this 'fore I stop and quit,
Fame:
I can't believe that I'm finally out, but everything I see has my mind in doubt,
Where the fuck are we?, This can't be the right scene, man what the fuck are you doin' in them tight jeans?,
Yo Caliber we gotta do somethin', who the fuck did this?,
Let's go break everyone outta prison, come back wit a whole army behind us and crush him...

Fame:
So what do we have planned?, we're already here wit more bombs than an Afgahn,
No goin' back, this is the last chance, all or nothin', pass me the gas can,
I'll take the guards out, you sneak by, crawl on the floor,
Get up there and blow off the doors,
Make it to the cell block, tell'em to stand back and blow all of the bars out,
Caliber:
Grab a lotta C4, and plant them right in front of these doors,
Blast, what you gonna creep for, I see swarms of CO's,
Sirens ear blinding', whack rappers, can't find'em,
If they're nice, let's sign'em, refine'em, and let them take the charts...