Various Artists - Y'all Know Who lyrics

I'm the ultimate, the rhyme imperial I'm better but some don't believe though But I'm a proven hot Y'all know the legendary Roots crew Here we go Ock, watch my material knock Y'all Tonka toys straight out the cereal box Down low covert ops feel me or not Throw your mitts up we 'bout to thicken the plot My name is D-U-N-D-S-P, The Mic specialist Laid back how it come off it seems effortless I mac Nicholas, like a me St Flow excellent, my movement the next testament Rhinoceros in the rap safari Y'all weaklings get slapped at the party I'm the MC that MC's aspire to be Back to do it to d**h til ya tired of me Now who the number one best The never pop nuthin that sound like the rest C'mon you know I am em Raw like dark denim, with a soft spot for smart women Green trees and white linen The Black Thought was a monster from the beginnin Riq spit venom, raw core sh** I pinnin It's my time and it's long overdue Now who's comin through y'all know who [Mix] x3 Ya'All know the legendary roots crew Word up, Black Th-idought, code name Anwar Sa-didat Fake MC's get stuck with pitchforks From rollerbladin' on thin ice like it's a rink Picklehead cats is join, they don't think Ya not sleepin that a long a** blink money Ya little chicken thick but her breath stink Nuthin y'all spittin is interesting Ya'all not Black Thought, nor the next best thing Plug bullsh** start a kid thuggish Go ahead get ya thing off son, I just love it It manifests a style thou shall not covet And none of y'all rappers want no parts of it Who the steppin razor, like Peter Ti-dosh My nine speak soft my thoughts is Molotov You cut like that then f** it we all can toss And who gonna shine when all y'all take a loss It's the boy, it's M-Illa-tant, it's Dice Raw Its Big Spawn, , the quick draw We heavyweight blowin' 'em out the picture For real, For real Who comin' to get y'all Mix Step into the spot the venue is empty 5 minutes later the crowd is in a frenzy Packed up to the maximum occupancy Give me the mic I got a Jones like Quincy Break down the barriers don't try to fence me Let the ladies in the front get pressed against me Peepin, brothers on stage ten deep-an' 24 out the 18 wheeler, leapin Duck season, Thought bust the heat seakin Missile make y'all feel this and keep leakin Bang this in the hoods Like stolen goods, keep reachin New soundwave street sweepin I walk upon water like Run DM Cash Money maintainin' the cut It's our time and it's long overdue Who comin' through y'all know who Mix 'til fade