Yeah testing testing one two
Uhh one
Press the panic button godWe be the crew guess who the jayou
Are a double s I see we're
In the place to be it don't stop
We got the rhythm that makes your fingers
Snap crackle pop pop fizz fizz
We're known to give a show plus handle our bizness
Stress we'll destroy
We're known to make noise as the original b-boys
In the flesh, greater to the depth
Creates the ill scenes when we manifest, yesI feel the vibe
I feel the vibe too
'Cause it's the butter from the crew
'Cause we original, who
Want to tussle?
Flex for the muscle?
While we kick the style that busts your blood vessels
With the rhythm
The ninety-six stylism
Pick up a pill and feel em kill em with your vocalismYeah, I shoot the gift puffin another cold spliff
Fools are coming quicker than anna nicole smith
Malignant metaphors and ganja stay herbs
We conjugate verbs and constipate nerds like you
I'm hear to end the conspiracy, fearlessly
So you can really see the real mc's at hand
I'm tuna fish on the stick shift
The eclectic hectic, desperate to set tripAnd for the niggaz who feel, that they're 24-karat
Plus, the way you're livin' get your underwater baptism
Believe it or not, it's the rugged and raw
Put a bullet in the head of four in mount rushmoreYeah, release the beast from within, baptize gins
Keep company with friends that repel sin
I'm out to win ain't no pretendin', fuck the first amendment
My speech was free, the day that my soul descendedEarthbound, we might sound various
Some niggaz can rhyme, but they got no character
So we preparin' you for war, don't give up the fight
You need to stand up for your rightsAnd grab a mic and get loose, produce the juice that keeps the head on
Collision with the new world order opposition
Competition, none, there's only one in the universe
That knows the final outcomeWe got incarcerated minds, men women and enzymes
Vibin off the rhymes sent from the di-vine essence
Presence effervescence, not to be contested
Some miss the message, go ahead and bless thisSo don't mistake us for a crew that used to hit
We on some underground certified wild style shitWe be the crew, guess who, and it'll be
The jayou, ninety-five a.d.Be be causin' ramifications, physicians
Sendin' brothers on grammar vacations, if they don't listen
Competition, bustin' shots on people basin
But we can delete constipationJurassic, 5, mc's
And we got the cure for this rap disease
So come on everybody let's all get down'Cause I'm down by law and I know my way around
Songwriters
Givens, Dante Lamar / Henderson, Courtenay D. / MacFadden, Lucas Christian / Potsic, Mark Ali / Stuart, Marc F. / Stewart, Charles L. / McDaniel, Jessie / Williams, ClarencePublished by
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