[Intro]
Are you ready?
I wanna know is everybody ready?
(YEAH!!)
Alright, here we go!
[Intro: Torae]
Hey yo, Pooh, n***a
You already know what it is, dunn
Word up (Yeah!!)
f** around and turn my hat backwards or something, nahmean?
Workin my Chapstick, n***a
[Verse One: Torae]
Uh, here we go again, back to that goin in'
Pen the repeat offender, you rap n***as know what it IS!
[Rapper Big Pooh]
Or what it was, no buzz
It's a million motherf**ers working just like us
[Torae]
But they don't spit it like us, makin sh** like us
Lot of copycat rappers couldn't get it like us
[Rapper Big Pooh]
And we don't speak like y'all, we ain't weak like y'all
Take them training wheels off and you bound to fall
We down by law, y'all CB4
[Torae]
But they don't see these bars, lot of weaklings, god
Whenever we record, n***as see we raw
They know T-T raw, anything he score
Like MJ in the fall, this sh** bang in the Porsche
My sh**, bang on the porch, the more awesome record
In this side of the board, this is how I destroy
You a coward to +Crooked I+ and any +House+ I'ma +Slaughter+
[Scratch Hoook]
"Y'all don't want no war with us" - Nas
"Y'all n***as better stop" - Big L
"Stop fronting" "The wait is over" "We on the rise"
"We keeps it real inside the battlefield" - Kool G. Rap
"Y'all don't want no war with us" - Nas
"Y'all n***as better stop frontin" - Big L
"The wait is over" "We on the rise"
"Ain't no shame in my game, we do our thing son" - Kool G. Rap
[Verse Two: Rapper Big Pooh]
We back, here we go again, back to the show again
n***as get ya levee tight, Coney Island flowin in
[Torae]
VA to Cak-a-lak, prize in the Cracker Jack
+He-Man+ no Battle-Cat, dawg where the battles at?
[Rapper Big Pooh]
n***as just chitty-chat, waitin for a piggy back
Internet, blogger type, soft as a kitty cat
[Torae]
Bluffin like it's pitty-pat, cards in the deck
We the gods of the internet, the stars of ca**ette
Don't get scarred off your threats
[Rapper Big Pooh]
Naw, back to bih'ness, homie
You see the bih'ness, homie? This is God-given
Self-driven, riveting pictures I paint
How you livin? Witnessing something you ain't
No cubicle, shine more suitable
Rhyme more reputable, losers be delusional
The suspect's usual, egos get bruise and know
Careers get a funeral, leave 'em looking stupid so..
Are you ready?
[Scratch Hook]