[Hook, whispers in the back]
Only we come with that originality (7x)
Only we...
[Verse 1: Shadow]
How many rappers must burn before they learn not to f** with originality? Await your turn
The Blind Mice, here to save the day in all the Hip-Hop
"Hooray" is what you say when you watch a n***a drip-drop
Right down the drain
They wallow in their pain and sorrow
n***as talkin' sh** like they won't live to see tomorrow
Your sh** is hollow, I can see right through
So don't you dare perpetrate with your b**h a** crew
That's right dude, I'm talkin' to you
So don't look nervous
Don't try grabbin' up my hand and givin' up the lip service
Must have a purpose when I'm rippin' up mics
The crowd is hyped, I gotta get my f**in' on tonight
So now you know, I step in with the sk**s of a pro
Mad verbal flow
"Must be that n***a named Shadow from the BM clique!"
Stayin' thick like Chinese fighting flicks
I keep it fit from a pad and a Vic and brothers feelin' it
I get paid from my blacks, cause I'm feelin' raps
Just like the spine in my back
If you wanna react then let me know that we're large while you can
Bacause I know the crowd is in charge-uh
You pay the fee to see your emcees speakin' publicly
But many f** up when should be comin' naturally
But never we
We stay in top ten, the mics and Metafizz
From here to two-thousand and ten, yeah
[Hook]
Only we come with that originality (8x)
[Verse 2: Metafizz]
Yo check it
Yo, everybody in they mother wanna be a rapstar
But all that biggity-biggity-biggity-biting sh** will only get you that far
You b**h a**, I see right through your bubble-gum rap act
In fact Jack, ya own clique and ya moms wouldn't wreck that
sh** that you would be talkin' like you always puff L's
And now you been rockin' mics since LL's been rockin' the bells?
Well, fakin' no moves don't get no points in this game
We comin' original style, blowin' n***as out they mainframe
So maintain, n***as always scared to try a new thing
You on with 80's n***as and you front like you be Wu-Tang
Yo why the f**?!
n***as will s** just to make a buck
Well, now you stuck
"I saw your show" - Shut the f** up
Mad sh** be comin' on wax with no... weight - you fake
Mad n***as appointin' your release date
Huh, so you be bustin' shots and buggin'
n***a went on tour and you'll be hangin' out with Shadowz, cousin
Well check this, we 'bout to kick it to some live a** sh**
So bop ya head and tap ya feet cause we forget the matter
Blind Mice, we representin' the real n***as
Rappers grab your mics and let the gangsta n***as grab they triggaz
So bring the sh** and come correct, and check
I disect and inject and earn mad respect
So uh, big up to all the groups and nig'z with they own
Yo, keep it real and bring it on 'til I'm gone
[Hook, whispers in the back]
Only we come with that originality
Only we come with that originality
(You gotta check it out)
Only we come with that originality
Only we come with that originality
Only we come with that originality
Only we come with that originality
(Check it, check it)
Only we...
[Verse 3: Shadow]
Now what the f**...
I'm tired of all the the buck-buck-buck and n***as talkin' sh**
And never ever load a clique so run it off they lips
But loose lips sink ships, and now they boat is sunk
We keep the rhythm in ya trunk and make ya Jeeps jump
That's how we earn mad pay to see the crowd sway
Would make my year, every f**in' day
I lay low and stay tight through any f**in' weather
One love, that's Metafizz, we keepin' sh** together
And clever is how we stay above the choppy water
We slaughter, and k** yo crew in any f**in' order
So 5-6 reach into yo bag of f**in' tricks
And come quick and slap 'em back like they was (mental pricks?)
You hear just what a n***a say is always true?
Keep the flavours and the n***as back to 'tember too
[Verse 4: Metafizz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'cuz everybody in they mothers, fathers and they brothers
Wanna be large and get they pictures on the cover
Of The Source - now who be the boss?
It'd be me, of course
n***as get signed, and written off as a tax loss
You wanna be, you never gonna be
So take a back seat to the original style emcee
So light it up and bring it back to the BM's
Mad uppin' my style collecting mad (Astor DM's?)
Huh, and gettin' all in that a** like swimwear
I've been there
And '96 is Blind Mice, we in there