[sound of keith murray intro from mary j. blige and'whatand's the 411and' tape
which i could swear has been set to b.i.g.and's andquot;who shot yaandquot; based on
the sound of the beat (artifacts assure me that this is mary j.
blige)]
andquot;my subliminals, mixed with criminal chemicals
got more mily syllables than alphabet cereal...andquot;
*car door slams*
tame: i gots ta get this bag of bam ba zi, fuck this!
andquot;you know who the fuck i am so get off that old bullshucks!andquot;
--andgt; redman (scratched sample)
andquot;he ainand't shit, you ainand't shit, your momma ainand't shit, daddy ainand't
shitandquot;
--andgt; redman (scratched sample)
[tame one]
if i had it my way, every wack mc would die friday
makin saturday a better day
sunday wouldnand't start your week off til monday
one day tunes i wrote yesterday will be tomorrowand's scriptures for
today
at high noon, boom skwad gods with knowledge
holler at apostles, who squalor in despair, despisin those who follow
swallowin pride like st. ideand's while you stare... take a drink
donand't think in a eyeblink i wonand't start my hijinks
and hijack a flight [yeah right, when?]
tomorrow night, cause off the record with the treble and the bass
i chase my lyrics through the rap race
last place is simply not an option in my case
waste not want not because i front not
the notty keeps his lyrical shotty cocked
and locked up at your temple, over instrumentals
(andquot;itand's all in your mindandquot;) you no. 2 like the pencil
the boom skwadron, godson, who got the bop gun
the top gun, from the jump like datsun
i got one, candy-coated rote rhymes skits i shit on when i get on
then flip the scripts like i had zips on
itand's on like electrical, my symmetrical
alphabetic keeps my competition ridin on my testicles
(andquot;he ainand't shit, you ainand't shit, ainand't nobody shitandquot;)
you to the rescue, let me test you
who the best crew, most definite
has to be the skwad cause iand'm the president
all you misrepresenters with your twelve inches need pinches
wake the fuck up and check out what this is
(andquot;he ainand't shit, you ainand't shit, your momma ainand't shit, ainand't nobody
shitandquot;)
i canand't see nuttin but victories
mcand's think they can get to me, then bring it
cause once i pass the blunt to my lieutenant then we in it
for the infinite, no play play
the notty headed newark nigga from nj and the sensai
represent fully, playin bullies out for yappin
thinkin youand'll be rappin, get tapped and say you scrappin
while i been waitin hatin fake mcand's that make they bacon
with passion, rippin up they stickers for reaction
practicin on rap has-beens, iand'm down with the biz like backspin
dissin mikes like the jacksons
thick like the lips on that fugee chick
hard like the dicks in booty flicks
dissin niggaz like a snooty bitch (trick)
i only pop a coochie if it smells gucci
get the lucci hit it for months and then smoke blunts with the
hoochies
(andquot;whatand's the flavor dunnandquot; - tame)
you know the flavor like blue cheese
on how i make crews bleed and school mcand's who try to do me
(andquot;he ainand't shit, you ainand't... ahh motherfuckerandquot;)
andquot;do me baby, do me babyandquot;
(andquot;he ainand't shit, you ainand't shit...andquot;)
andquot;bom ba zi, it ainand't over motherfuckersandquot;
(andquot;he ainand't shit, you ainand't shitandquot;)
outro: rhino cmz
75water, h2o, pe, alcohol, oil
dependin on temperature, whatand's the hot shit?
rhino, tame, boom skwad, hidden descent
ini, reflections, check the twins
aight god, recognize whatand's fake
time to turn platinum to purple chrome
green purple yellow red white chrome
