(Verse: Mr Lawnge)
It's ridiculous the sh** I be sayn
Call me the Legion, n***as ain't playn
Beatin' on my chest, but I keep calm
Word is bomb, pokes that make the ding dong
Medicine in the music, the menace of a monster
Once a couple stomp a gangsta from the Bronx
I feel no pain, I ruff rugged insane
I run the train express down the lane
Get out my way, punk, n***as start the jet
Bowl from the porch, four fingers of d**h
No one can do me, pictures crazy, chew me
You have my card(?) but you just can't clue me
I chomp tracks like Scooby snacks
Pull my jinx out the hat, like Minnesota facts
Eight ballin' the side, park it up the ? next to ? dice
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Man, ready to thumper
(Verse: Molecules)
Vicious, victorious, verbs are hard on my venom
Heavenly valid as I'm rocking in my f**ing dentals
Hawged connection, too ill creation
The mind - Jason, that's deadly like Vacation
I ain't the one to pop the clock ova a son of a gun
Corpe inside yo a** like a dum-dum
Son, I hew with the verbal aggression
Black is brown, with the king, like it's ? in ?
A lunatic out being psychopath
Victors get it on, cause that a** is gettin' kicked
Gray cells pop while I shot and I take a puff
The n***as doubt us, say damn, they can't ?
So himble himble, have you heard?
Chucky smashes up next to Fleck (that's me!)
(Verse: Cee-Low)
(Word) Double faced MC's tryna step on me
They must be crazy, B
Get a token poll, I suggest they start talkin'
When I get open, somebody's sh** gettin' open
Don't play me, play hop-scotch
n***a, I'm top notch, holdin' the mike in my crotch
I got convertible rhymes comin' down
Smother the ground, all around you they surround
Forming that ? with pots and pans
Me and my man, sayn things real n***as understand
With no vessel, win, velitious get sent to a session
Any pro'lems, surely I will let someone swing it
Getting to a-flingin' it
Whack MCs could get the f**ing thing a little close to nose
I ain't f**in' with no hoes
Or should I say s*uts? Even the ones with big bu*ts
So nasty, naughty, never playn shawty
Don't make me mad, I might get sortie
Upset cause punk n***as act rude
I got a big attitude, dropping joint(?) eva
Look for a terror
I'm calling it stereo on the cross-america
The many I rock the East Coast
Before I boast, I make sure I pack a toast
(Outro: Dres)
Aw, hahahaha, yeah
That's the n***as
Y'all 'em n***as