[Intro: Pete Rock] Uh, check it InI in the house, y'all Soul brother number one The life I live Rob-O, Ras, Grap Luva, and Marco Polo Yeah, hit 'em off the verse, one time [Verse 1: Grap Luva] (Rob-O) Yo, my display of attributes in a tight situation Is like squeezing grapes for the drunken sensation (But these grapes got the taste of wrath) On behalf of my staff I blaze a trail and set a path of forward motion Cause a commotion and diminish competition School the shorties cause the "I" be on a mission, steady dismissing Nonsense and weak foes who kick f**ery flows and stay afloat in the water I simply oughta seize your whole manslaughter attitude Cause n***as like you ain't really rude I'm never pulling punches, delivery is revelation Hear the I out, find out what you're facing Never displacing is the way brothers be living But what's the true elements of what I'm giving? Delivering the full coverage of how I'm living in the years of the nine My style and my life is defined [Scratched hook] Damn right I like the life I live [Verse 2: Ras G] The very first African man born into a system that's torn into pieces Not running through the feces but every day I feel that the love keeps decreasing So I bring the love vibe to make it all coincide I love His Imperial Majesty and it's a tragedy I've seen your whole strategy is weaker Your style's been blown like the speaker While I'm an old school new school rhyme fool with no tool Packing the mic and keeping my cool like the water in the pool, quite refreshing Won't settle for less in this rap game, I'm far from lame While others fiend for fame I remain the same Staying laced for the future that's faced my lord We're InI, all together on one accord Yo, the clique that manifests with much rapport With much love to give within the life I live [Hook] [Verse 3: Rob-O] Birth time, see my first rhyme in 2-0-7 1-9-7-1, September 11th To the twelfth is when he blessed my peoples with wealth First born son arrived chilling in good health Couldn't imagine the praise when I came out the poon-poon My mama's womb was a n***a's only room Now I got the whole world to express myself Stretch myself, relax and plus rest myself With impossible props to pull Check it, steadily avoid all the obstacles And negativity, y'all f*ggots stressin' me Take advantage to get the best of me Sweating in hopes of getting next to me It won't happen, see I came to rock the spots Serving the facts I got, on these urban black blocks of America From four square miles New York is scarier With strength dominates the inferior And I'm out [Hook] (Until fade out)