MC's who slept for days, must be swept awayThe rhythm just sways and like a sorceress I slays
Foes and ri-vals, who wanna come
This way, they better pay attention
Or a penchant not to mention suspension
From the microphone plus the tension
Trey-eight-o's will vacate those
If there's drama with my henchmen
So lamp to my man Mussolini
Go get your whole staff, call the calf
Cause half-and-half's couldn't cream me
The lyrics make your head knock
Malik B and Black Thought, the dreadlock
Mannn, transss-gressin
You'll catch lead I, crushing
Poundin on the drums like King Kong
We can ring your bellll, ding-dong
I styles with my vocabulary
The Roots the one to call your ultra adversary
Now you're all desert cause I'mma serv ya like a tray
To meet your doom Malik's the boom so you get swept awayMC's who slept for days, must be swept awayYo hello everybody do I need introduct
I be the mic mercenary very un..clear
To your ear the exquisite pattern that you hear
It's known to be Black Butta Baby
Crazy cardiac my attack on any fat rhythm
That I capture kid I snatch the mic from tykes
While I proceed and continue to tend to
Business, cause this is, how I do
I'm insane, and go against the grain like freight
Never on no nigga dick, cause I'm just too hip
Plus I rest where niggas pack and never act
Other than ill, shit is real in Phy-double
So if you want trouble let's stomp
My mission is to flip on comp
You might aspire to be flyer than I, you must pay
Your dues while I bruise niggas new for the day
Shall be swept awayMC's who slept for days, must be swept awayThere's somethin goin on
Because there's somethin goin on
Yeah, somethin's goin on
Yeah, somethin goin on
Y'all know there's somethin goin
Because there's somethin goin on
She knows there's somethin goin on
Yeah, somethin goin on
Y'all know there's somethin goin on
Yeah, somethin's goin on
Because there's somethin goin on
Yeah, y'all know what's goin on