T3 - Untitled/Fantastic lyrics

["Untitled"] [Verse 1: T3] Yo, you owe it to me, get f**ing cash about the sleeve I'mma show you all how to emcee See I can rock a floor while I rock with high beams I rock with SV, one of the soldiers of the team See y'all n***as is dope fiends hoping for a dream I intervene like a case of gangrene Gain the green then exit the scene With a fine chick who could fill up a pair of jeans See I'm doing this sh**, doing this sh**, for Mac Nick And n***as at Conant Gardens trying to do sh** See life ain't a game it remains intense Lock hold to a n***a like a dog tracing a scent See ya gotta get your money, you gots to pay rent Feelin it, y'all a** is read! [Verse 2: Baatin] Uh, one of the musical priest we form the lyrical Voltron Hypocrites get stepped upon, in the combat Don't you come back until you wax your song In this spiritual warfare You up against the lord of the first high priest, Melchizedek Don't shoot 'til you see this, just sit back Breath, I got more where this comes from-from Jay-Dee, thee original drum master You will never hit the best Fast or slow? It doesn't matter though, T-3 times emcees callin' the lap Baatin is the one who's in the tree of life Hold tight, don't ever give up in the fight Grace, can only come into the sight Soul power' it ignites like the sun SV dominates the industry for fun For fun (fun), for fun (fun), for fun (fun), for fun [Verse 3: Jay Dee] Yea, yea to the beat Yea, yea ya know it can't-can't stop It can't-can't quit Stance answers put up your hands and fist For the band, and if ya can't stand One of my man's then you're sleeping on some sandman sh**,(c'mon) Like damn man! wake up, as we bring the action On some Van Damme, more like a grand-slam hit, (c'mon) For the whole fam flippin on the hand-stand tip (c'mon) We get the dough weight up, straight up, the wham-bamm hits Before we go-go, we gettin on some damn Wham sh** Against, as for second hand brand kicks Rippin from the Beatdown to San Fran-sis to Japan land It's the br-and new, we keep movin like the trans am Do-do don't stop, we can't can't quit, we can't-can't... ["Fantastic"] [All] Ey yo This is for y'all to dance to real slow Cause it's fantastic It's fantastic It's fantastic It's fantastic We say fan-ta-zero You say huh what, you know It's that sh**, uh Ey yo This is for y'all to dance to real slow Cause it's fantastic It's fantastic It's fantastic