[Part 1: Shaz Krew Interlude] [Talking:] Ayo real quick, two rules. Thou shall not f** with Flawless Leauge. And thou shall not f** with Shaz Krew Yeah, live from the mArkham Asylum Dom'Nestic, Tenason, Apaché, Profe$$or X, Astro, and myself, the YZA We are the Shaz Krew Strength, Honor, Ambition, and Zealous. k**ing rappers everywhere Oh what, ya'll thought Access Denied was the last project... Nah! We gon' continue to build, continue to destroy So without no further ado, I'd like to bring to you, my brothers, the Shaz Krew. YEAGER! [Part 2: Firecracker] It's Tenason, You-C! [Verse 1: Ben Tenason] The game gon' take it down it's throat, like it's Kobayashi Rapping up my edge cause my flow is like a Kawasaki k**ing all these n***as, fat boy, this is Nagasaki Ain't taking sh**, like the bottom of a port-a-potty Playing Rob Zombie, on the top of a Jalopy With a thousand dead bodies looking sloppy in the lobby Me rapping is totally a hobby And me snapping is sort of like Karate But before you try to stop me, I'll move like Mr. Bobby On top of a Tsunami, drinking sake I'm so animated, I am featured on Toonami Goddamn it, this is old school, and this track is kind of floppy. (Tenason!) Here's a quick lesson for the n***as I'm addressing Don't look at me like I'm average, baby n***a I'm a blessing Ya'll sh** kind of neat, while Shaz is interesting [?] I'm progression, your recession. I'm the lead and your the rest We the kings to the peasants, shouts the answer to your questions What's the message I'm expressing? Pay attention to the session Like Cell's third form, stupid n***a we perfection Ya'll sleep on me like my name is Tempurpedic Got my haunt up in your dreams like the day for Trick-or-Treating Nah I ain't no joke, Naruto, just believe it My style so glossy, ya'll could say I'm Mr. Cleanest Ya'll might not get it, let me go and just repeat it My style so glossy, ya'll could say I'm Mr. Cleanest [?] I'm a motherf**ing genius And just like spit fire, motherf**ing Phoenix A motherf**ing Phoenix A motherf**ing Phoenix And just like spit fire, a motherf**ing Phoenix [Verse 2: You-C] Drop the pen, let my mind speak I might be high enough to where your eyes can't reach sh**, the motherf**ing vision of a mad man Klansmen can't even touch this n***a right here, might fear Where my time at. Drop a couple ice cubes in the Pyrex Fly enough in a pri-jet Drop a Hiroshima bomb in the middle of the projects Aye, C. Green, can't f** with it Out of luck with it. Looney Toons, Daffy Duck with it Like a right hook, left hook, jab-jab Turn into a stab-stab, when I get damn mad Clap back like a standing ovation in the nation With a full clip out of the gun of my memory Turn into a Hennessy bottle Turned up, volume knob, going full throttle Hey Ho! Sipping lean mixed with Draino In a Range Rov, with your b**h playing Bingo Slid into the DM, of your BM Now I'm tweaking, coming back with defense Recently I was on the beach doing Chi-Town Cypher Pa** me the lighter so- I can blaze the microphone, til the lights come on
It doesn't matter if I'm right or wrong, I'm fighting strong Just like a soldier Wake up and smell the Foldrers Crush a n***a body like a boulder Twist his a** like a folder sh**, hit him with the cold shoulder They say sh** ain't what it seems Reality is only a insecure dream, or a reject pair of Supremes Life's a b**h, no better yet a drag queen [Part 3: The PKM Heist] [News Skit:] Shot and k**ed the hold up man in a gun battle just two blocks away from the bank. The gunman's d**h ended 15 minutes of terror on Broadway, that included a bomb threat, the taking of 5 hostages, and an escape with one of those hostages on a motorcycle [Verse 1: You-C] As the chord drops, my sword drops Decapitating non-believers now until the force stops Refer to me as Qui-Gon, Liam Neeson, and Ra's al Ghul My rhymes so smooth, that it will make ya'll drool Now aren't I cool? Call me Fonzie with a P-H Gave your girl the HP. PH balance Plus I'm eating a salad, with out the dressing This funeral's kind of casual Climbing the ladder the success when I am off an Adderall Laugh about it My pride is blacker than James Brown, I've got to shout it Get on up inside. Feeling good as she yells out "please." Not referring to music when I say she got the CD Do You-C Me? or are you legally blind Like Ray Robinson, I can find myself behind Until I a numerator, denominating the Darth Mauls Put your panties on and suffer these withdrawals I told PETA my lizard was dragging on the floor So I unleashed the Charizard just to fourth degree burn them more My name is You-C The dash is only there just to make sure that you see The Number 7 Intellect, they know better it's a no flex zone Put down the first three letters, look in the sky, and you will see a drone The Third Letter Yeager! Sinister laugh [Verse 2: Profe$$or X] I'm back in this, separating fact from fiction Changing the game, they call me Richard Nixon Your b**h hit me up, asking for some fixing All black everything like Jigga in '09 My b**h badder than a nickel and two dimes Like my women how I like my food, with some lime Rap better than your favorite rapper on his best days I'm being co*ky, I'm being honest dare I say Burning up the spring like Chicago in May You-C and Profe$$or X, we've got another cla**ic k**ing rappers on their song, oh that's so tragic When you hear this back, I know you thinking, "damn he's sick." Not even from the Vile, but I know the Illuminati And I don't rap badder than that n***a Yo Gotti Going faster than a roadrunner in a Bugatti Bars stepped up, I'm on some Mirakuru Future Trunks, they say I go harder than Goku n***as know they better step down, excuse you I'm on some K-N-D sh**, operation K.R.E.W I'm high up on this pedestal, they asking "how's the view." They keep asking, "X you rap? Oh man, who knew." Asking the Forplace Man to heat up the furnace Lungs of a champ, the boy got true endurance These rappers need help, by enhanced performance They asking State Farm for that rap insurance Profe$$or X Shaz I'm the illest rapper alive!