[Doug E. Fresh]
Breath of fresh air, for the nine-pound, c'mon
(YEAHHH!)
[Vigilante]
Lawd have mercy, just gotta say
When me gun a-whistle it'll fly like a bird
Me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words
Hey, call me a (?) a gun my name John Coolfuse
I hit it like y'all tie ya shoes
[Illaquoin]
Check it, search, and destroy the first phony boy to annoy
The new man convoy
You can't represent with the tec the way I represent
With the technique I keep a presidential suite
In every convent, you can't speak or comment
When I bone the freak-a** nuns, your real mind went
(?) Illaquoin, shinin like a diamond
Rhymin.. like I'm runnin out of time and
The next n***a to move, the next n***a to lose
I leave 'em seein backwards like that n***a Tom Cruise
Dyslexic, cross your eyes, you get the X it
Ain't hard to tell I eat that a** and that's perceptive
I don't need no token to turn-styles
I'm rockwild, lady find your seat and get the f** out the aisle!
[K-Superior]
Raise 'em up from the dead, raise 'em up and I'll
k** 'em again if you're not my friend you feel my hot mac-10
Not my nine or my eight, five six seven
But my mac-11, will have you "All the Way to Heaven"
Keepin it real with the man, who made "La Di Da Di"
Like Chaka Khan, n***a it's on, huh
Cause ain't nobody.. gonna crush you bet-ter
Get naked for the record!
The name K-Superior easin in without the ointment
Your style couldn't see me if it had a damn appointment
Rags to riches, snitches get stitches
Call Mr. Planters cause I'm nuts about beaitches
I'm a rapper baby, so don't trap with me a cabbage
Now I'm outta here, like a husband in a bad marriage
[Mansone Batez]
Aiyyo (?), Branson, last name Mansone
Bullsh** nigs on your style I be dancin
Ever told the glory, days of fat hit
Nigs drop one single but really ain't sh**
Bronx, (?) Boogie Down stay pumped
Heads'll get together some real sh** from the Bronx
Ninety-four years before you see (?) Brown
Maintain, take the 6 train (?) lockdown
Next on your strap, Todd Black be the style
A straight dummy, comin out the barrel of a pound
Men-tal meltdown to any contender
Not to be hard, but watch your brain I'ma injure
[Vigilante]
Murrr-dahhh!
When me gun a-whistle it'll fly like a bird
Me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words
Hey, call me a (?) a gun my name John Coolfuse
I hit it like y'all tie ya ..
The dirt out da work (?) get it squashed like a cherry
Blood brain to run just like a strawberry
Tear up in a baka me ready fi k** Satan
Who got tec-9 give me de mac-11
De bigger ya come, is for y'all die ya stumble
Gone and nome y'all me not a no fun crumble
Pop a shot and take ya from ya head to ya ankle
It's like reading Genesis, straight out a chronicle
Turn me gun a-whistle it'll fly like a bird
Me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words
Hey, call me a (?) a gun my name John Coolfuse
I hit it like y'all tie ya shoes
[Doug E. Fresh]
Yeah, move it up, pump it up
[The Diggy Dime]
Yeah, check it out, aiyyo
Bust how, the way that I be flowin is a omen
Cause I leave sh** glowin, as if I was the golden
And I'm smokin, boots like a loose Newport
I rip, mics and stages twelve gauges for the sport
And I'm powered, by herb from Uptown, I emerge
Pack more action than the mentally disturbed
[Doug E. Fresh]
Yo! Yo! Aiyyo!
Here ye here ye, cla** is in session
For those in this profession, it's time to choose your weapons
Pick up a mic, pick up a pen, pick up a tape
You can't escape the last action hero in Timbs but no cape, uhh!
Faster than a speeding bullet, n***a pull it
And one single bound for the nine-nine-pound
Just like a train it's comin strictly underground
Peace to my brother 2Pac and all my n***as locked down..