[Dark Denims]
What? Take it to your motherf**in head
Royal Fam, yeah, just me and you, n***a
Just me and you
Prepare to die n***a
Yeah you, with your snake-a**
Slitherin all up in my gra**, with your fake a**
The Dark one, my Royal Fam du', I make a part'
My team tight like fifty-five n***as up in the 'partment
What bothers me, brothers ain't dealin with equality
Yo, n***a, Timbuktu got your a** stuck to poverty
f** the law, because the law made enough
Disrespect my Fam, awww you done f**ed up
Who sent you? All of a sudden you actin sentimental
You think I give a f**, have some knuckles to your dental
The rhymes tight, f** five mics
Gimme my strikes, my raw heat, We're World War street
That's what I said right, you playa hater
Save that bullsh** for later
I shine your mind and refine, cuz I'm greata
You dubplated, we can never be related
n***as like you keep my Fam motivated
In ninety-nine its our time to shine
My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?
[Armel]
Basically I couldn't wait, I want the whole restaurant
f** a full plate, 20,000 Brooklyn-ese at $5
n***as is weak, a new single as I speak
I realized half the world ain't been baptisted
As the sunrise in Brooklyn, owe Allah
Good-looking, dead foreshooken, I'm about to make this happen
One man a**ault against, everything rappin
Pregnate the industry, I'm claimin that its mine
No need for blood, test the albums on time
And when ya hear it indeed, that's when I breast-feed
Teach the culture-seed, longevity
And if the truth shame the devil
I'ma take you to a level where the truth can get you k**ed
I'm nice with the sk**s, for real
I pay my bills like this, plus I'm strivin righteous
C.O.I.N.S. no quest' of course we're priceless, what?
In ninety-nine its our time to shine
My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?
[Dark Denims]
My Law & Order will slaughter n***as in the first quarter
You wack n***a? Yo, let me rock the mic for ya
The Dark Denim had it made so you can fit 'em
My Royal Fam, we strike mics like the Deadly Venom
You can't f** with the lyrical
Bomb you and your physical
Inspect yo' Deck, Bob your Digital
85% of you n***as is not original, it's over
Ask Jehovah, I put the witness in a coma
Ran up on a buster with an Arizona
We rule sh**, same old n***as on some new sh**
My new slips got you b**hes dancin to my music
In ninety-nine is our time to shine
My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?
[Dark Denims] (Snuggle-Up)]
{*Snuggle-Up repeating "wack-a** labels" on the background*}
Yeah, all you fake a** n***as, Royal Fam, COINS
{*Dark Denim hachs and spits*}
Spittin on y'all n***as for the nine, 2G
What? Comin at me with that old time bullsh**
What?
(Original U.K. f** you!)