[Hook] And J Ville got it (soul!) And O Zone got it (soul!) And Miami got it (soul!) (Supa dynamite soul) And Atlanta got it (soul!) And Chi-Town got it (soul!) And Seattle got it (Supa dynamite soul) You know Philly got it (soul!) And Ohio got it (soul!) And Texas got it (Supa dynamite soul) You know Cali got it (soul!) And New York got it (soul!) And V.A. got it (Supa) [Verse One] Who rock the spot dawg? You know we puttin' clowns to shame This is how we do, you know we lightin' up the stage I'm Archie Bell I'm here to make you tighten up your aim Shoot your gift cause Asamov is known for shuttin' down the game Ain't comin' close so there's no need for you to step to this Stylin' out two the third power plus we fresh with this This what happen when we link with a Perceptionist boy What you think? We some certified specialist So come and bring it we gon' lay it on the line Try to take us man? You must be out your rabid a** mind Yeah, you diss that sh** that makes you hate what I do But get hype whenever you hearin' my 8 times 2 Come on now, there ain't no way you can relate to my crew So homie watch out, you gon' get muscled or boxed out Or, you can tussle on the ground and knocked out And I stand on top of you talkin' sh** so what's up now? [Hook] And you know what I'm sayin' And Jersey got it (soul!) And Rhode Island got it (soul!) And Alabama got it (Supa dynamite soul) Yeah, and Portland got it (soul!) And Las Vegas got it (soul!) And Tallaha**ee got it (soul!) (Supa dynamite soul) Yeah and Detroit got it (soul!) And B-More got it (soul!) And Tennessee got it (Supa dynamite soul) Yeah and N.C. got it (soul!) And D.C. got it (soul!) And Boston got it (Supa) [Verse Two: Mr. Lif] This is something that I use a bone saw for You just a soph*more With six stroke on par four Double bogie, fake phoney n***a that imitate Soon as my head shake, I generate earthquake Representer through the epicenter Leave you limbs at the front desk with a pound of your flesh Fresh meat mayday, grade A disaster I'm the after, path blaster, present smoker Minute shaker, second choker Continue a marauder, k** time to fill quota And you can gaze into the future if you must but you'll be turned to dust As in your film will just corrode and rust I go to Rome and ?? flow through like ?? Set you up and silently scope you I'm foul bro Similar to Malvo Ricochet, make 'em pay, this is my outro [Hook] And you know so let's go Africa got it (soul!) And Germany got it (soul!) And Jamaica got it (Supa dynamite soul) Yeah, you know Spain got it (soul!) And then Sweden got it (soul!) And Australia got it (Supa dynamite soul) Yeah and Puerto Rico got it (soul!) The Philippines got it (soul!) And T Dot got it (Supa dynamite soul) Yeah Amsterdam got it (soul!) And U.K. got it (soul!) And Tokoyo got it (Supa) [Verse Three] Now I'm at the age where I spark the flame Retarded lames want their stars the same For fame, n***a hate it's part of the game But hold too, we told you You softer than tofu, it's so true Back the f** up, merci beaucoup You know duke, I don't feel your sh** Your coins lost in the sauce like a Tutarian chip Soldiers for the art with no signs of fatigue Gon' expose your inner feelings that you wear on your sleeve Triple 16 out the magazine for rap fiends Last seen extracting spleens with a black machine The cordless the rawness, the audio technicolor What we ? in this light to bother your retina We heard of what you servin' up Burnin' your chefs hands Super fresh lyrics squeezed straight out the Crest can Rollin' like Frankenstine, k**er robot design Anamov antivirus for your rotten mind [Hook] One time you know that James Brown got it (soul!) And Gil Scott got it (soul!) And Barry White got it (Supa dynamite soul) And Fred Wesley got it (soul!) And Stevie Wonder got it (soul!) And Sly Stone got it (Supa dynamite soul) And Quincy Jones got it (soul!) And Roy Ayers got it (soul!) And Lynn Collins got it (Supa dynamite soul) And Kool Herc got it (soul!) You know Flash got it (soul!) And Bambaataa got it (Supa dynamite soul)