[Verse 1]
When there's beef whoo I come through with the cray troops
Rip up your fucking legs turn them jeans to daisy dukes
Spray your trucks, spray your coops, spray your Kawasaki bikes
Starting hockey fights - Tyson lefts Rocky rights
Your moms a khaki dyke, your father dress in drag
Stick out his chest and brag how he molest a fag
like father like son
bet you rock Victoria Sec's sit on the toilet then leak
and take it raw up your cheeks
tonight I might just take a buddha spot
Dread better take me to the pot
ain't no killer I just shoot alot
I ain't no boxer I just punch alot
jabbing niggas in they belly's got them spitting up they lunch alot
fuck a Merry Christmas
yo thats the terror day
my father was murdered that night so I don't celebrate
If santa hit my chimney with them bozo clothes
Ima make the .44 blow
fill his fat ass full of holes holes holes
[Chorus]
why you play
knowing that my style is Y2K
you can die today
nigga there's a price to pay
fight for game
we could bounce from night to day
cause only one of us is leaving alive, ok?
[Big Pun]
Who wanna wrestle Chris a.k.a. Pun the exorcist
Your neck can twist like an owl
when I piledrive its effortless
who next to get suplexed off the roof ledge
20 feet in the ground
pass the blueprints
life's long
but cut it off short trying to fight strong
you soft think you can handle the force of the 24 inch pythons
strike one, I cut out your eyes and leave you Ray Charles
strike two, you outta here nigga, this ain't baseball
it's hardcore - for my street rapping outlaws
quick to clap something
but rather go out for the South Bronx
South Bronx niggas got it tone
I shoved the shotty chrome up a nigga ass
stuck a motherfucking maricon cause daddy's home
Kids, don't make me lie to you
Cause everybody can die right now, mami too
[Chorus x2]
[Sunkiss]
Aiyyo I respect ho's who scam food stamps, wics and shit
also work a nine-to-five driving whips and shit
gasing niggas for their chips and shit
?? laps tops getting over on some offense em shit
you might think I be promoting this songs here for the selling
how we live
some work, some are career felons
we laugh at house-a-dity ho's and niggas geling not conceded
but Ill show you the feist that reduce the swelling
when my moneys involved, yo anybody's for the snaking
some niggas who may think is yo fams, the ones thats faking
Lemme find out, dadd'ys stealin my bacon
you see me pull a .9 and start poppin like I'm Turbo from "Breakin'"
I had that cat folding, rolling aces no faking
Talk this, dump him in the furnace in the basement
with no traces
Im a hit em first then pay off a witness to spit a verse
to get rid of his dental work
do ya'll niggas think it will work
well ima make ya'll believers cause
I'll be damned cuz moneys comin up short like the Keeblers
I make ya'll feel in some breathers
see Sherrif with the heaters
six in your piece
leave the shells line your toes like Adidas
this nigga is off the meters
yrical glocks, gunnin dem down
too many Big and Pacs running around
its just me and the 400 pound
Sunkiss with original sounds
repping the Bronx, huh
you know we mean now
[OC]
The whole city's under siege when we come through wit guns blazin
You need to take a seat son, you just started shavin
Respect ya elders, stay in a child's play
The monotone flow stayin even wit the bass
Oh good Lord, we throw it like a javelin toss
Arrogance is the feature that we added for floss
Come and get headline, destined to get riches
From either rappin our ass off or brick shipments
Cover all regions, makin sure the protty gets spread out
We talk behind the mac you bust lead out
Wit next prospect, no particular concept do we follow
Smooth but yet solid like marble
[Diamond]
Niggas ain't fuckin wit D, fuckin wit me
Lookin at me like "Yo, what can it be?"
In the wide body-7 while you suckin the D
Spent out in the wedge while I'm fuckin for free
Scared to death like you stuck in a tree
I'ma stretch your ass out like I'm cuttin the deed
Frontin like a big man but you stuck in a three
So you know your floss game ain't nuttin to me
When the sun hits the cross, yo it's something to see
R-B, Kid Capri niggas runnin wit me
Twenty karats on the wrist ain't nuttin to me
Do you know good frontin to me, nigga
[Kid Capri]
Aiyyo Tone, let's Touch these niggas wit the wand
Then blow up like a bomb
Made moves faster than the autobond
The Kid Capri is a institution, and all ya'll niggas is pollution
Starin up a whole lot of confusion
It's simple, let's move out all these corn cats
And disc jock dissin MC's that got the borin raps
Fuck what ya got, grimy niggas don't wanna hear it
Niggas take it, soon as they near it, you better fear it
Bronx Bomber, the pretty-fly girl charmer
The black Italian, the cash keep pilin as I'm smilin
So hear me now, I bring the thunder plus the rumble
And I'll step back and watch your whole career just crumble
[AG]
Well it's the cheeba steamer, brains on trains, won't eat her neither
Benz to the plane, off the plane to the Beemer
Insane and off the meter, in the rain I'll heat up
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash-ass album sound like you played it on eight-track
Rip you from the roots and under
Triple gooses in the summer
Mean long guns is producin the thunder
Convertible Hummers, we shit on the glock
Try to put the roof up, I'll tell Show to piss on the top
Wrist on the watch, roll wit a click or a glock
Plan on gettin a lot, from spittin or not
Cool wit niggas that be flippin a lot
Probably got shit on your block
And if you hate, I'll take it back to '88 (Nigga, get off the top)
It's two-g's, let's get this money, you wit it or not
But I'll switch topics like my bitch wit thongs in the tropics
Make hits, straight hits
Perform as long as I got it
Seven-digits wit my name on the dotted
Remain Dirty and potted, ya'll know me for the ruckus
G.D. I only can fuck wit
Get the dutch and tell Tony to Touch it
[Party Artie]
Guns, I tote them things
Blunts, I smoke them things
Rhymes, I wrote them things
It's no such thing, as hoes fron-ting
We run train, I do my thug thing
Grab the mic and leave a mud stain
So get Tide wit bleach when I rhyme wit beats
Niggas do crimes to eat
No pork, I don't talk, the nines just speak
I'm the kind to creep on your block wit the heat cocked
Got the street locked, smackin niggas out they Reeboks
It's Party Artie, I get dirty wit the Ewoks
The infrared hit you in the head from three blocks
Away, Been There Done That like Dr. Dre
It Ain't My Fault like Silkk the Shocker say
Ya'll niggas gots to pay, shots'll spray
From the Bronx to Far Rock away
My whole team, strapped like Bokeem
Fuck bein in jail, trapped wit no cream
[Lord Finesse]
I be the don that's known to have the style sewn
More cheese than calzones, give chicks the dialtone
Build like brownstones when we slaughter your plan
Touch albums, so hot comes wit a portable fan
Type to starve the mic when I hog the light
Lay my life on the lines if the odds is right
Gettin the, spot and gleam while you plot and scheme
To stop the team, three words nigga: watch and dream
You just mad hater, cuz we movin wit dough
You don't make sense like wearin suede shoes in the snow
Finesse frontin? Y'all know me, I don't stress nuttin
Bought your album, that's how I broke the eject button
Don't stress dudes, we just plot our next move
Make niggas look stupid like joggin pants wit dress shoes
The prophet, shit john blaze like the tropics
Type of nigga need a ? just for my pockets
Don't flex punks, we sex stunts, collect lumps
You flossin now, you be pardon by next month
Type of thug, yo I was born to bug
Okay, the GZA
Tony Touch classic, knowhatI'msayin'?
We gonna bang y'all in the head one time
Blaze up on y'all one time real fast
(Do the mix and all that shit)
Knamsayin', word up
(Make it, make it a record real quick, do yo' thang)
Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight?
(Yeah, hook it up, make it a record, get down, yo)
I take y'all niggas straight, beneath the surface
To the core, if it ain't raw it's worthless
Pentab professional, hold the ink
While river rats fall off the raft and sink
Tony let a brother touch, twenty bar rush
The way we push through equivalent to rocket thrust
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough to slide through like bobsleds
On a cold white snow, plus with the right flow
Wu-Tang niggaz, they shine and make the mic glow
We killin' all gorillin' with all that screwfacin'
Pacin' back and forth looking savage, stop it
Whether plugged in or plugged out
Iron drill mugged or thugged out
Blood in or blood out, son was bugged out
Might look at you and slice you
Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike swoop
Who the fuck you think, let y'all wild niggas in
Allowed you to put down ya guns and raise ya pen
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck with no pig
We teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about the weed or pussy, I read books
I'm liable to mate'cha king with three rooks
You see the Wu W raised in black fists
Maybe Tony Touch, Concord needle will scratch this
The ice cube link you bought, from the Jew for 80 G's
Was only appraised at forty-two
Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude
Of people, who would trade gold for food
I heard boar's head killed more than nuclear's warhead
Or street serfs who walk around dressed in all red
Bobby Digi said if you ever in Compton or Long Beach
Break my sons Doc Doom and Crisis wit' a nice piece
Penetrate on mix tape with the legislation
Illustrate constant elevation
Spark friction, Shaw shank Golden Arm Redemption
Endorsed my the Masta inscription signature
Off top my unorthodox style of attack
Is like Hannibal rollin' on elephant's backs
Pack a long barrel, bustin' off strong ammo
My light so vast, I cast twenty foot shadows
First family, fifth cappo, micro to macro
Load it in ya head, play it back slow
Act like you know, this is no drill
Murderous rap revealed goin' for kill
On these New York city sidewalks we walk
Camoflauge, dodgin' the eyes of the hawk
Kani Sport, totin' the fifth, slidin' off
My live source movin' across with brute force
Bloodsport, anymore heads face the blade
Fakers must fade, the stakes are now raised
Words of murder, suspense, and intrigue
Make major league niggaz show signs of fatigue
My Killer Bees span wider than seven seas
Squeeze on MC's, with bullet train speed
Tony's Touch create more gold than Midas
Ya highness, all in ya head, like ya hair stylus
Frosty mug, big ring leaders top secret thug
Lampin' in cheaters Orenthal with the murder glove
Boat of the town, devilish grin look peculiar
Swung on this faggot, knocked the windows outta Silvia's
Timb's got scuffed up, my ankles got sprained, that's my word
To ever single seat, I smack flames
Staten Island's bayside of teachers of Elijah
Thrown out the temple, non-calodic wit the father
Nickname's Pudding, Clarence 13X before the Will Smith's
And the limelights of Cuba Gooding
Lost in the cosmos, explodin' through a quasar
Be duckin' pulsars, organic stay still be the Gods
Tony Touch, Tony Touch, word up
Rock Marcy, so stop spreddin' out malarchy
My rap anarchy, blaze more wigs than Barbara Sharpsee
I'm a freakers army? Savage ya type like Chaka Zulo, papi chulo
Not to be sulo, wilder than Kujo, you actin' fool yo
Come on, swing 'em like a two way, back to school
Rulership shit, bring them the newest, Tony Touch 'em, I fuck 'em
This fool, who can fuck with his dude
Check what the butler, I cut his ass up, somethin' disgusting kid
My custom is, government cheese, chumpin' them steez
Who's a monkey wrench, jumpin' machines get in between, so it seem
It'll only cause a moment of scream
The super seed what I be sayin' is like a king on his knees
I never fall, 'cuz the ring on my paw plead forgiveness
Loot for rightness, superstitious, bazooka hit his ass out
Break a suspicious, three sixes of cum
Anti religious, kill 'em off on the first try
Flipmode Squad, there is none higher
You bitch ass niggas, should call Messiah
We won't stop rockin', until we retire
Let's blow the spot and set the muthafucka on fire
Aiyo let's turn the heat up
(And set it on fire)
Let's bring the noise my nigga
(And set it on fire)
And what the fuck ya niggas wanna do
(And set it on fire)
Go get the gas and the matches
(And set it on fire)
Ya, niggas in the game, ya ain't go no press
Yo I go to Hillside and cop a V from Less
Me and Flip on the lot, in the green G.S.
Leathers is out, rims yo they be B.S.
TV's in the dash, watchin' C.B.S.
Later on watch the Knicks on T.B.S.
Rampage I'm the nigga, no second guess
Yo my beeper goes off, it's them shorties from out west
Call them back, hit them off on street jack
I let 'em know, how this real nigga polly that
I'm in my car yo, them honies in the Pontiac
How I dress, how I hustle, where the money at?
They love my rings, my watch, how I flooded that
Put that on my eggs and toast and just butter that
Flipmode, Tony Touch, son double that
Fuck around, shit gon' double plat'
Flipmode Squad, there is none higher
You bitch ass niggas, should call Messiah
We won't stop rockin', until we retire
Let's blow the spot and set the muthafucka on fire
Aiyo let's turn the heat up
(And set it on fire)
Let's bring the noise my nigga
(And set it on fire)
And what the fuck ya niggas wanna do
(And set it on fire)
Go get the gas and the matches
(And set it on fire)
Analyze the flavor, we 'bout to blaze ya, every move is major
Major paper, office space up in the skyscraper
Niggas on my crew dick, and need to get down
Frown, from when your crew was just a major let down
Official, sparkerly clear just like a glass crystal
Blast a pistol, that's when ya start to hear my missile whistle
Jesus, pledge of allegiance to the sole prestigious
With the antidote to make ya wanna bust ya heaters
Release this, I hope ya know that we about to freak this
Fuck discreteness, analyze every nigga weakness
Cut ya face up, then fuck the place up
Pass the L, without the coca lace up, let's pick the pace up
Stick the place up, then shake up, then click ya base up
Wrong move, we puncture everything from ya waist up
Blow the space up, while ya gaspin' off ransom
Then get the dough and put an expansion on my mansion
Flipmode Squad, there is none higher
You bitch ass niggas, should call Messiah
We won't stop rockin', until we retire
Let's blow the spot and set the muthafucka on fire
Aiyo let's turn the heat up
(And set it on fire)
Let's bring the noise my nigga
(And set it on fire)
And what the fuck ya niggas wanna do
(And set it on fire)
Go get the gas and the matches
(And set it on fire)
First and only female here to play my position
Make it hotter than the projects with no air conditioning
Honey petite, walk around with the screwface
Dip from the whip, on down to my shoelace
Can't see us, mommy sippin', San Greas
Shotgun style will open up ya pancreas
Puff remix, hittin' sponsor for free kicks
Bootleg ya shit with me spittin' on the remix
Type shit like doin' shows with a blind fold
Voicey Q. will blow a circuit out ya console
Fuckin' wit how I spit, ain't gonna paper
Black hoody tight wit a teeny bit of makeup
No need to brag, my legislate speak
Nine nine dig the time to shine like Memph Bleek
Crown and half sheet, my white label leak
Tellin' MC's to count eight weeks and say peace
Flipmode Squad, there is none higher
You bitch ass niggas, should call Messiah
We won't stop rockin', until we retire
Let's blow the spot and set the muthafucka on fire
Aiyo let's turn the heat up
(And set it on fire)
Let's bring the noise my nigga
(And set it on fire)
And what the fuck ya niggas wanna do
(And set it on fire)
Go get the gas and the matches
(And set it on fire)
Okay, you wanna make a million fuckin' dollars?
Okay, I tell Tony Touch to put out a fuckin' mixtape
A mill here, a mill there
featuring Royce the 5 9
*send all corrections directly to typist*
[Royce]
Yo I'm runnin up on you
Whether you packin or not whether I'm packin or not
Wit the intent to flatten your knot
Shinin like ten diamonds I been rhymin
I write shit the paint guides it spit harder than ten hydrants
Firin on who try to take mine
This nigga here send you around and spin you around in the ground waist high
I'm too authentic, I'll end it soon as you walk in it
Who wanna holler, you'll get swallowed in a New York minute
If your record is gold, then stay on your goals
If you platinum listenin to me, stay on your toes
Yo they done it now, I'm over the edge
These niggas wanna stay underground, that's why the money's over their heads
Undoubtebly rowdy, I'm possibly the hottest since the Rakim odyssey
Got niggas sayin "How does he do it"
Aiyyo I gotta be, cuz ain't a nigga hotter than me
Go 'head lie to me, say you know somebody and I'll demolish you
Fed up, I got rhymes to make you shut up
Have you doubtin yourself, as to why you even have your head up
I shit on, every contender I pick on
Cuz whenever it's on I'm comin wit different levels to flip on
Don't, whether you like it or not, give off smoke in the cyphering spot
Cuz I'm liquid nitrogen hot
You ain't did nuttin I ain't done
If you ever said something dope I ain't said that
It's probably on the tip of my tongue
I've had it wit y'all, tryin to bring static and brawl
Either I'ma kill you, or you ain't make me mad at all
Phony-fuck clicks can suck dick
You know Royce 5'9'' spit only rough shit
when it comes to this Tony Touch shit
It's over, consider this laced
I'll probably be the first nigga to get a Hip-Hop Quotable on a mixtape
Yo Royce 5'9'', Detroit shine time what! Bad and Evil is comin soon
Okay Tony, listen to me
See those two guys over there?
Those are the Diaz Brothers
They got the biggest distribution of mixtapes
From New York all the way to Tucson, Arizona
You know anything, don't fuck with them Tony
They will stick you underneath the fucking ground
Aiy, hey fuck the Diaz Brothers, huh?
I bury those motherfuckers
Who the fuck is the Diaz Brothers?
You come and step to me? Hey, fuck you
If you wanna know
(If you)
(Wanna know)
A little story, about the two
Well, let me tell you we're the Diaz Brothers bitch
And we doin' this just for you, yo yo
(What?)
Said we doin' this just for you, uh uh
(What?)
Said we doin' it
Yeah, we doin' it
Well, it's the rap Tito Fuente, mirame de frente
Represent my people, 'ju know mi gente
Yeah, everyday all day para siempre
Diaz Brothers, stay caliente
Hot to death, when me and Wop rock the set
B.K. to B.X. straight lockin' it
(Yeah)
All y'all other DJ's be poppin' shit
But when we come around the way I do the opposite
What's the deal with all that hypocrisy?
On the real y'all need to stop jockin' we
Like KRS-One, here's, "My Philosophy"
Settin' it off, with my monopoly
If it ain't over, it's about to be
And it damn sure ain't nuttin' stoppin' me
Sangalo, Toca, cantalo
Criminal, tremendo escandalo, what?
Okay Tony, you're going too far now
These motherfuckers will kill you
They'll cut off your fuckin' testicles
And shove it up your fuckin' ass
Fuck that, come on, you want a war?
You fuckin' wit' Pain in Da Ass
You're fuckin' wit' the best motherfucker
I'll stick your fuckin' head up ju' fuckin ass
Then I'll molest your fuckin' kids, fuck you
Yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo
On some Prodigy shit, chain drop to my dick
No chokers, exotic shit swingin' like Sosa
At the Copa, with Tone Toca, opposite of sob-ah
Lots of Henny-lo and Coca Cola
Blend tape hoe glock tre-eight blowers
Heavyweight holders, got every state sewed up
Niggaz broke? Nah, pockets Al Roker
Budget like Trinidad and De La Hoya
September 18th, Mixtape Kingz walk up in the ring
Grey minks, turntables hangin' on links
Poli' with chinks, the main attraction, Wally's dyed pink
Shirt matchin', thug fashion, Thug Passion
Compliments of Don King, it's a Don thing
Fuck a drink, still schemein' on that charm King
Chill son, put away the toast, make a toast
To the hated most, Puerto Rican, "Rae' and Ghost"
Wop and Tone never leavin' the hoes alone
And all the hoes never leavin' US alone
And Wop and Tone never leavin' the chrome at home
In case we gotta put four up in your dome
Take this fuckin' shit
You know why the fuckin' people love me?
'Cause I'm fuckin' real
I tell you what the fuck's on my mind, okay?
Okay, it's the Return of the Jedi
Now tell me who the hell said I
Couldn't bring it to any boriqua tierras
From L.A. back to N.Y. on the red eye
Toca, holdin' it down on the M-I
(The M.O.)
Used to be, "Listen to My Demo"
All dem vogue now with no problemo
Before I do a show, have my dinero
I'm talkin' to all you pendejos
Yo, yo yo
My rhymes get spit like a gajo
My nines get the clips with the hollows
Five carat chips in my Movado
Doo Wop, spic half Cubano
Who copped six and used to have the milano
Who got your main chain vicked at the Apollo
Where Eric B. and Rakim would, "Follow, the Leader"
Many nights got my dick swallowed at the Fever
By any white black or Pediqua, Maria, Chiniqua
Had 'em all player, fucked 'em and played 'em
You loved 'em and date 'em
Gave 'em an ultimatum
Talk about that kid Wop, I hate him
So cut him off or I'ma blaze him
Brother, you're soft
You come and step to me? Hey, fuck you
Those guys they fuckin' talk too much
All they concerned about is fuckin' pussy and drinking
The booze, and the coochie
I got those guys fuckin' soft, man
They can't fuck with me
I'll bury those fuckin' cock-a-roaches
[Intro:]
[{samples} (Ruck)]
{yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah}
(Bitches on my fuckin dick yo
I'm a jump up in the whip yo)
{uh, no, no,no}
(Tony Touch what we takin this through?)
{yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah}
(Bushwick, Brownsville, R.N.S., Real Nigga Shit)
{uh, no, no,no}
[Verse 1:]
[Starang Wonduh]
Now ya'll niggas know the whole damn B.Ville is evil
Step to the microphone, ya see skills
Niggas wanna step to us, ya gotta be real
C'mon down to Picken & Cris, its a done deal
?Barcaskiasco?, in the Benz with the rosco
I seen big booty Melinda jumpin out the Tahoe
Just coming from Payless, she stay stress
Talkin bout her cousin Lisa failed the AIDS test (damn)
She was tellin me bout her trip from Miami
Thinkin strapped tight "it might run up in the family"
Askin who's at the crib, only us
It was Ruck, Rock and my man Tony Touch
[Verse 2:]
[Rock]
Hey, Ho!
What it is?
Damn, how wigged out could it get?
We got Rock, Ruck, Starang, Tony Touch
Smokin drinkin chicks, we bout to bone these sluts
I can't front I'm a sucker for a swollen butt
So to conversate I keep this gat loaded up
So we're real close to us with a wondering eye on watch
For them faggots on they blocks and cops
(tell 'em who I forgot)
For all yall CB4 niggas
Them cockblockin to the 4th power whore niggas
Ya'll gonna have me pack out the 4-5th and get to spazzin B
I'd rather be
Scorin with ya sister
Its Rock-colo on some Magnum Force crook shit
With Tony Toca, from Brownsville to Bushwick
Smokin the good shit (good shit)
Undoubtedly plot
Fuck a lollipop, your bitch suck cock in the spot
[Hook:]
[samples (Starang Wundah){Ruck}]
(Bitches feel Picken & Cris shit) yeah, yeah
(Do we get props when we spit this) yeah, yeah
yeah {Im' sayin can I get my dick licked?} uh, no, no,no
(Ya'll like that Will, Al, and Shawn shit) [yeah, yeah]
yeah, yeah
yeah {You wanna smoke my dram, kid?}[uh, no, no,no]
[Verse 3:]
[Tony Touch]
Aiyyo [?] with the In Your Ring logo
Hit you with like 15 years worth of promos
Ran through ya town and held it down for dolo
Rocked every show from Tokyo to SoHo
Oh no
I'm havin a rap attack
Shell-toe Adidas with the hat to match
Of course Magnum Force spittin back-to-back
Yo Ruck, what the fuck? Where you at with that
[Verse 4:]
[Ruck]
Yo what you laughing at son
I'm packin my guns and rappin over African drums
I see shorty on the side I'm lookin back at her buns
Yo I know she on my dick, that when the mackin begun
Only though on my mind was to get between her
Hips like Jennifer Lopez, face like Selena
Hope she aint a bitch like Misdemeanor
Tony touched her tits and she turned like Tina
My man Will saw it and he couldn't believe her
Way the bitch look, yo we got to team her
Put Spanish Fly in shorty-wop's Tequilla
And took her to the Jeep so the team could cream her
I did all that shit, it was a waste of time
I pulled the thong out her booty, it was laced with brown
I aint fuckin with this bitch cus she smell like shit yo
But I don't give a fuck she can suck my dick though
My man Rock said "you need to stop it now"
She got the whole Jeep smellin like ?Baccalow?
uh, no, no,no
[Hook:]
[samples {Ruck}]
(We on some Bob Marley spliff shit) yeah, yeah
{Do we get props when we spit this} yeah, yeah
yeah {damn yo, I still can't get my dick licked?} uh, no, no,no
(Do Tony Touch got tha bomb shit) yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah {Aiyyo I wanna fuck ya moms bitch} uh, no, no,no
[Outro:]
[Rock]
BCC is in tha house
MFC is in tha house
OGC is in tha house
Bitch ass niggas
Heltah Skeltah is in tha house
Reprasentativz is in tha house
Tony Toca is in tha house
[Xzibit]
From now and forever its the Likwit Emcee
[Scratched by Tony Touch] "From now and forever its the Likwit Emcee"
[Defari]
Danger danger, wild west ranger ranger
Rearrange'a the mark ass stranger
Behold, the look on my face stone cold
With a rare cowboy style that never grow old
I'm the Golden State bear with a rough flare, plus debanare
Time for me and mine, but for any kind I can't care
Stormy weather rain liquid
Defari con Tony Toca, Tash, and Xzibit
Break necks bounce with it when I spit it
Knockin this jam is a form of calastenics
Let it knock when you mashin down the block
Rims spank with the car wash
Watch the bitches stop
An look, always stay five steps ahead
Hard at work, while you tricks lay in bed
Dead to the world but ?Hayru? he be the sun
Always burnin, 'cuz my job is never done
Run from one time I rather dump an AK
Thats for all the black and brown that got carried away
To the morg, when I look in the mirror I see the Lord
[Scratched by TT] "Oh my God"
[Tash]
Since niggas wanna set trip
It's time to start the checklist
Tash the Likwit rhymer runnin through your city reckless
Blame it on the hennisey, we drink that shit for breakfast
My style be standin out like my homie Tony's necklace
This is flawless raw'less for ya ballers
Nah, fuck y'all, this is for all my drunken alcoholiks
Nah, fuck dat, this is for my homie Tony Touch
I told ya homeboy we come through in the clutch
New York, L.A. its not the same thing
Y'all niggas rob, out here we gangbang
Guns to the ammo, niggas think they Rambo
Standin on the corner with they khakis and they flannel
Dang yo' flow sound just like D's
Who wanna battle three G's for T's
Please, read it off the lips of the Alki-bumrusher
Fuck you up so bad, Tony wouldn't wanna Touch ya
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
I'll fuck you up so bad, Tony wouldn't wanna Touch ya
Say what?
I'll fuck you up so bad, Tony wouldn't wanna Touch ya
[Xzibit]
Lets get upclose and personal, malicious, Sid Vicious
I bang bitches, you might find yourself missin tonight
Rapper's Delight, keep it at the house but ain't fuckin it right
Got'choo stuck in the headlights, can't move
Impact is all of the sudden, vehicular homicide
But I ain't stoppin for nothin
Me and my cousin, strong buzzin, and playin a dozen
Pushin and shovin', leads to gettin sucked and rolled up
Like a nigga with a mask and a gun, hold up
Rappers act like they ain't gon' die for small fry
Try to reply, don't touch what you ain't gon' buy
I ain't gon' lie, motherfucker love to get high
Barely get by with scraps and pennies
Now we winnin Grammy's and Emmy's
And party with the henni and remi
Got a big bang theory nigga keepin it hot
Its the art versus ??? or not
[Scratched by TT]
"Let me show some off me skills here"
[Guru]
Yeah, Gurizzi up in the house, Gang Starr forever
(Gang Starr) New York City. Mm-hmm
Fuck the fame and the bright lights and all that
(Yeah them fuckin chicken-head bitches) I'ma do this here
I come off, like my sweatshirt when I'm workin out
MC's be workin out, no doubt
You shouldn't come around cause I'll beat you down
To the ground with this lyrical four-pound
Yo, I'm right in your streets, like Urban Outreach
Rhyme perfection, injectin like the doctor
Rocked ya, and then shot ya, blao-blao!
Whatever you've got, I got more
You're insecure, motherfucker!
And now your facin, yes, your ultimate challenger
The Avenger, your fate is on my calendar
Notice this spirit I posess is more than holy
I'm Gifted Unlimited... fuck the rest you niggaz know me
My mic illuminates your whole spectrum
Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em
I don't why, MC's would come and test the INI
Master of self, my wealth, is just my state of mind
I stack my loot, just for the rainy day
And you can pull out your forty, for rappers I slay
I bring the BOUNTY BACK!
And then I give my thanks, for just being black
I got the knack, the rap format, to bust your corpuscles
Piecin through your fuckin snorkel
Even if its goosed-down, you get run out of town
The apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to rest
No more of the impure I got the cure for this mess
The wackness is spreadin like the plague
MC's they wanna get paid, but they can't make the fuckin grade
How many times are wanna be's gonna try?
Yo, they must wanna die cause they can't touch the knowledge I personify
I travel through the darkness, carrying my torch
The illest soldier, when I'm holdin down the fort
For some time now, I held the scrolls and manuscripts
When I start to go all out, you be like, "damn, he flipped"
Now I'm sick, and fed up with bullshit
I got that lyrical Full Clip, givin the verbal ass-whip
so don't trip, Its the Gifted one, spliff-ted one
Alias Bald Head Slick, why is niggaz on my di-dick?
Cause I be iller than a komakazie pilot, don't try it
I'm about to start more than a fuckin riot
Styles unsurpassable, and knuckers thats suckers
Yo, the motherfuckers is harassable
For I be speakin from my parables and carry you beyond
The mic's either a magic wand
or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
[Noreaga]
Tony Touch, Iraq, Iraq, 50 MC's...
A little bit a thugs is all it takes
to make this industry just brake *repeat*
What, what, what poison arrows
Swords and lords, yo, but really
My Mac-milly, spray niggaz, lay niggaz
Yo the Cognac, make you feel unbeatable
Yo, especially, when that ass drunk too much
I call up Tony Touch, Tony Touch bring the next dutch
Yo I'm all fucked up, bent and can't think
While you both stink, don't even care that you sink
Yo impulsive, exclusive, high explosive
Can't even get with, shit I dealt wit
I'm on some other shit, my main script describe the foulness
Panama Canalness, what, yo, I, don't even talk so I'm far from the loudest
Kid, nigga, can't touch this, rush this, yo what
[talking: yo, switch the beat, now, bless it]
What, I'm bout to fuck shit up, what
Fuck it up *repeat 3*
FUCK IT UP FUCK IT UP FUCK IT UP, what what!?!
We on the lines like the internet
Many will come but few was chosen
Against my set, there ain't a nigga yet
Smoke so much niggaz say I need Nicorette
You say bogie, but you used to say cigarette
Now I know, a new religion, a new beginning
I own women, three-fourths rock and linen
This Middle East shit, father beat shit
Release this, the only place in the world, that pull out cracks pieces
We rock camels, split that ass in text
Yo we bag bitches after we fuck em and say thanks
Yo thanks for havin me, next week your straight grabbin me
Swearin they homeless, sayin that the havin me
I don't, wanna crawl at all
You wanna be a thug, you used to play ball
Runs the play for Seton Hall
Now, outta the blue, you got thug in you too
Yo I knew you, your size shoe was ?due in voodu?
Always, smell like shit, used to call you doo-doo
Never came oustide, in the crib you hide
Scared to death
While we played manhunt, to our last breath
I never chose this life, it chose me
What, LFC, heavy amount with jewelry
Crime Syndicate, nigga livin this
Never mention miss ?
Smoke rain bodies, you had to saw before, before
Yo, you on my dick, I had the lime green on
With the string on, with fatigue on
Fresh Avirex's, cockpit, now from the outlet
Jose Luis Emperor, two shots I blow ta Dillinger
No real Kings like John Dillinger, the politic
What, I'm on some ides in the militant
You either with me or against me
That in between shit make the money stop too intensely
So what the deal is, the generals what the deal is
What the deal is, the devilish thought you can't kill this
[Tony Touch:] Till Capone comes home
featuring Cormega
[Cormega]
What up son? It's Mega
Tony Touch what da deal dun dun
Yo yo yo yo yo
When I die remember me for fly jewels nines and Hennesy
Tropical weed Rovers Beamers Infiniti's
Dun I'ma drop it consider me a ghetto prophet (why?)
I could write trife or recite a mellow topic (true)
In the streets I had to maintain self
Son I packed enough heat to make thermometers melt
The trife life, I seen a lot of faces I hated
I exist in a cypher where drug dealers are livin it
More niggas are prisoned nowadays, we livin fouler ways
The whole hood is in a marijuana daze
I know the power of a dollar saved
Son I'm young, but I'm out for the cash the old-timers crave
Back in the day dope king, sweeter than Alize
Now it take forever and a day
I used to measure grams, but now I got better plans
Drivin a fuckin Navigator in the desert sands
I never ran and never will, get outta hand and Mega will
Send a missle at your chest and mad red'll spill
Cuz I'm exalted from words spoke and courtships
Seen some other bigger drug dealer blowin fortunes
In back rooms, niggas be sniffin like vaccuums
Reminesce to '88, the year crack ruled
They had Night Delta Forces pumpin clear capsules
Five for forty, had fiends like "I only rob for shorty"
My story real than yours, imaginated, fabricated
I'm Mega Montana, drama and retaliation, what nigga what?
BIOTCH! Ha ha ha
[Cormega]
Yo.. yeah shit is real right now yaknahmsayin?
Who the nigga - motherfuckin Cormega
Queensbridge, that's Q.B.
Uptown - Connecticut, niggaz is settin it
Tone Touch - you just don't give a fuck
What nigga? Far Rock', Iraq, to Southside
Son we gon' show these niggaz
Yo, yo, what?
Niggaz recognize the method I perfected rhymin
Rappers insecure, verbally I'm jeapordizin
Check the way that I be exercisin
My pen work for me for years, it's ?-defyin (ooh!)
You know the saga, the drama
The Queensbridge Kingpin, 'Mega Montana
To Touch I pledge allegiance, drugs sold for many reasons
Some for prestige, others they only way of eatin (no doubt)
My niggaz pray to be in, a better life
We had plans to bag grams and get ahead at night (what?)
I fuck with officialist, thugs that hit you wit
cop killer dum-dum shit, your whole shit is split
Livin this life, drippin in ice (uh)
Holdin my position like pimpin, Friday composition
Trife uhh I'm takin mines like in Perry Mason times
Any attempt to stop me (check this) you wastin times
I could blaze a nine or infilitrate the line between paper
rhymes like solidified white rock, shocked in eighty-nine
Rhyme for FEMA's, ??, overachievers
Hold a heater to them other cultures, who deceive us
Blunted on a wanted poster with a golden millimeter
You think it ain't real? Check me on my next re-up, BEOTCH!
What nigga? Who could fuck with this?
What? Hahahah
Mobb Deep, C-N-N nigga, Shan
Nas nigga, Poet, Kamikaze, Killa Kid
Nature, what? Q-B nation nigga
Back together, ha ha..
[Big Daddy Kane]
Uh uh.. what? Uh-huh
Just put it down baby
What? Uh, yo, yo..
Somebody let the lion out the den, I come flyin out to win
Whatever you tryin bout to end - Kane's comin
Let me explain somethin - we rules the place
You couldn't shine around me wearin a suit from Mase
And that, gruesome face - G, cock the hammer
Let's test his stamina
or make him smile like he on Candid Camera
I'm wreckin jaws with extra force just because
I have no respect for yours against the boss
Nigga, check your drawers
Don't let it get to where I have to sun ya
And goin back you wonder
Put holes inside your chest like accupuncture
Give me a reason to flip I'll put deez in your lip
Be laid up without deez in your wrist
and you bleed when you piss
Presence alone make the hardest cats soften
Put niggaz in the coffin
Play Daddy to a female orphan
I keeps it heated while so many get deleted
And you close to bein the next one to meet it,
now beat it!
[Kool G. Rap]
Chandeliers glare, mahogany floors, house on the shore
with the balcony doors, marble walls like it's Carnegie Hall
Armies of whores walk around in they drawers
Mountains of raw, water fountains pour - take a tour
?? in the floor, draped in velour, paper galore
Master suite dinner table for four
Sittin on four acres or more
Bracin my jaw, scrapin the floor
Home of Capone, gold phone take me to war
Sip the Henny-Rock straight with a straw, lovin the cabbage
Money stashes up in the mattress, fuckin the actress
Bless her finger with ten carats, leather giraffe it
my suit fabrics, silk smooth shoes jurassic
Rip everything from new to classic
Bulletproof jackets that move drastic
Package the her-on in blue plastic
Who blew the racket? G. Luciano with the drug traffic
Homicide's a thug habit let your crew have it
[KRS-One]
Word, word.. feel that! Feel that! Word up
Tony Touch, in the cluth, word up
Word up.. it's KRS-One
Comin through Big Daddy Kane, Kool G. Rap
YouknowhatI'msayin?
Givin you a moment to, to feel this
Feel it up!
My man Tony Touch, came to me in the clutch
and he said, "Yo KRS-One man
I want you to get on this record and,
to just represent for the Latin Quarter crew y'know,
y'know the Class of '87"
So I said uhh, ha hah, I said,
"What's your name again?" He said, "Tony!"
So I took his name and I reversed it
and when Tony's reversed it spells - Y NOT?
So Y NOT?
It's irrefutable my facts are usable
They might be new to you
but they suitable to the street entrepenuerial
Mentally unmovable
When I move it's your beautiful brutal funeral
in your face or the bodega mural
I can cure all, or kill all, which do you prefer it y'all?
I throw up lyrics like cats chokin on furballs
Herbal remedies and vocal melodies be changin up my identity
from Kool G. to K-A-N-E
Movin em up, movin em up, breakin em all the way down
Takin em up, shakin em up, takin away they sound
You better be ready when I be comin around, layin it down
Divine speech for each, what you think I'm playin around?
I flash right on em, and rock mics for em
but they can't see this MC cause I'm too bright for em
The unraveller, world traveller, philosopher
[Mos Def (Talib Kweli)]
Ay ay ay (yo wassup)
Whoooooweee! (You about to take a ride on the Black StarGalactacon)
(Yo yo here we go)
*together*
Black Star keeps shinin wherever we rhymin
Yo, we unearth the diamond check us out
The Black Star keeps shinin wherever we rhymin
Yo, we unearth the diamond
[Talib Kweli (Mos Def)]
Tony Touch keep winnin wherever he spinnin (Yo Puerto Rico, YOOOOO!)
(Yo ?voice wit go? YOOOOO!)
Yo check the way he be livin (Bed-Stuy go, YOOOOO!) Tony Touch keep winnin
Wherever he spinnin, check the way he be livin(Crown Heights go YOOOOO!)
(Kweli how you feel?) "I feel like a king!" (Ah shit)
"Yeah" Yes I do
Brookyln (yeah yeah yeah wha wha), Uptown, Boogie Down
[together]
The B-L-A-C-K-S-T-A-R shine
Rockin you, movin like eight lights, we bright
B-L-A-C-K-S-T-A-R shine
Rockin you, doin it, rockin you, doin it
The B-L-A-C-K-S-T-A-R shine
Rockin you, beamin like eight lights, we bright
B-L-A-C-K-S-T-A-R shine
Rockin you, doin it, rockin you, doin it
Rockin you, yes yes we be rockin it
[Mos Def]
How to live in a world without Big and Tupac in it
I stay the unconscious and say maintain prosperous
Unstoppable, doctoral, b-boy scholarship
[Talib Kweli]
Niggas try to do me when they can't see through me
Yo I'm Out Of Sight, you need a Peacemaker like George Clooney
Yo Kweli, I drop masterpieces like Paul Mooney
If you don't like what I'm sayin, fuck it sue me
(Yo, who we?)
Black Star, Tony Touch you get rushed like you the only dutch
In a room full of weed heads that smoke WAY too much
Trust I been battlin since Ethopia was Cush
Cold-crush niggas to dust, I'm too much from Flatbush
[Mos Def]
Esta loca, Black Star rock wit Tony Toca
My contents, over the fence like Sammy Sosa
Escuchar mi *something in Spanish*
Black Star, ? make the comp feel smaller than answer
Disconnect the nerve endings on your wack sensitivity
Provide five side audio, technical and imagery
Initially, alot of cats wasn't really hearin me
And now when I rhyme, they keep they hands high like the centipede
[Talib Kweli]
See independently, we took niggas out so what now
We like Chuck D, the whole operation and Shut It Down
Ask my man Black Sean, your style's played out like Sasson's
So you look for a new dick to grab on
They say I'm self-righteous, but nah it's more like I just
Combine battle skills and conscience and I still flow the tightest
Golden Touch like Midas on my favorite DJ Tony
And if you got skills, fuck tellin me, just show me
You know me, the city slicker, invade your town like promo stickers
Speak it quicker, turnin you yellow like shit-kickers
You sound gay, your rhymes is drier than Santa Fe
My mind spray mad guerilla war tactics like I was Shea
[Mos Def]
Gold-capped quarter trench, fresh nubians and Wallees
Son I'm classic Brooklyn like the Ebbet's Field trolley
This lies the satellite that transmitts your channel
Keep low on your panel, old man like gray flannel
Inner-state trucker breaker, now yo what's your handle
When the Black thump we give you back hump like a camel
Fuck flossin a Movado and the champagne bottle
I grab the mic and have your chicka like *something in Spanish*
B-L-A-C-K-S-T-A-R shine
Rockin you, movin like eight lights we bright
B-L-A-C-K-S-T-A-R shine
Rockin you, doin it, rockin you, doin it
[8-Off Agallar]
Feelin kinda tense and angry
Gotta let out my frustration y'know?
Yeah yeah, B.K.
Agi, yo yo..
I'm CHARGED! You phony-ass platinum rap stars
CHARGIN! Niggaz ain't givin back thinkin they large
I'm CHARGIN! Niggaz spin bullshit thinkin they Gods
I'm CHARGED! I got the gat on alla y'all
I'm CHARGED!
The high adrenaline, rap veteran, rap better than
fuck you and your album in the stores the shit is sellin in
I blow shit, cast a rock too, plus a glock too
Fuck a bitch I let her suck your cock too
Do what you go to
Man I turn the dial pump the volume I'm about to wild soon
Flippin up a style for these heads like Vi-dal Sassoon
I smoke mad boom, suckin chronic, like a vacumn
Make fuckin deals outside the club bathroom
Cork champagne like your, stomach's immune
I'm in the room behind the bookshelf where the cards get dealt
Transactions, money business along with heavy action
Big spenders cash give us REAL satisfaction
Man I, make beats and rhymes it's sorta like a threat
My shit is, takin off so I'm sorta like a jet
My rhymes burn niggaz like gas inside of a Corvette
Do the three-sixty spin, and all that shit
The beast rip the stones of the watch what you call that kid?
Bezel - yeah my level, is all that kid
Plus a rebel don't, make me have to push in your wig
They did it to B.I.G. - them niggaz from New York can't live
unless you smackin em down, backin em down, back in your town
with the forty-four, mac and a pound, blastin rounds
Snatchin your crown, it's time to start passin it down
It ain't nuttin like a, lick of mega ice, holdin it down
You rollin for now? Me and Tone'll pull out your file
You notice the style, none of y'all goin the mile
I'm goin your pow, flip verses to show em it's wild
Niggaz don't wanna step in the ring
they just throw in the towel
Matter of fact I'm the opposite meanin of trash
Just copped a brand new 6, and I'm leanin on the dash
No longer fiendin for the cash
Park a whip, ride a bike on your ass
Stop the show and grab the mic on your ass
With my nigga Tony Touch, on the 1 and 2 Technics
Taino indian cats, shinin, as we speak
the terminology of the logic, it's all psychologic
Man, I think you cornball rappers is garbage
[Mos Def]
Took spanish one for four years, just so you know
Spit my shit right here
Óigame, malo muchacho
Mos Def con Tony Flaco, el idioma que yo hablo
Pretty young champ like Camacho, spittin the hot flow
B-Boy shout, Zulu gestapo, bro
You know my stilo, cigarrillo con tamarindo
Habichuelas negras, arroz amarillo
Yo soy suave viejito, campeón nacional como Tito
Bringin the heat bro, unique when I speak yo
Doin my Way like Carlito, beats by M-A-S-E-O
From Panama to Puerto Rico, play my jam on Caliente noventa y siete
On the expressway, and press play, see what ya neck say
Duro siempre, para mi gente, ganamos
Se acabó venga vamos, corillo, alcen las manos
Blowin ya spot like I got toast
A lotta MC's is Def, but they not Mos, and not close
Understand it when I shine, all your light is through
Ya niggas wack in one language, I'm nice in two, fuck is you
[Chorus 1]
Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido
Siempre ganamos, nunca perdimos
Para quien? Blanco, Negro, Latino
Del mundo, cuando junto, qué profundo
Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido
Siempre ganamos, nunca perdimos
Para quien? Blanco, Negro, Latino
Corillo, so my street folk come unidos
[Pos]
I got chips, to Ziploc grips to burst
Non-conventional, original B-Boy, my peeps call me Merc'
I'm from N.Y.C., so see why in me
There's a lot of hustlin, found around my cheek
Sippin strawberry daq, that ain't never been fucked
Try to catch me off balance, man, you shit outta luck
Cuz we got more rams, and I drivin y'all
Got the people like the jams, more live than y'all
I'm wit Tone Touch, while ya all touched in the head
Such a lethal combination, got you facin the red
And um, yo, you don't want no parts in that
You style so pussy, last name should be Cat
We takin it back, like flea stacks and pylons
Wit the ladies in a frenzy, runnin they nylon
Reveal flesh to test, cuz I love bruisin 'em
Treat my battles like my children nigga, I'm never losin 'em
[Chorus 2]
Aiyo, what's that? You don't know, that's my sound yo
No one can rock it like this, we put it down yo
For who? Black, white, purple or brown yo
It's Mos, De La, and Touch, we hold the crown yo
Pero what's that? You don't know, that's my sound yo
No one can rock it like this, we put it down yo
For who? Black, white, purple or brown yo
So all my street folk come on gather round yo
[Dove]
Pardon me son, but the only Spanish I knew, was dame un beso
Cut bitches wit niggas, who nettin the peso
Ya breathin on beats like this, if you say so
I stay sippin on God theories, so where the case yo?
Wait flow on four floors like film edits
Fuck sayin the name, you read it in the credits
Sit that ass down on my lyrics
We servin niggas up some beans and rice, everything is everything
Heavy metal thing, rock, wit Mos and Pos and us
Written flows get broke down by the comas
From L.I. lawn, I green shit up in my wallets
To fly the wrong places, and get red like scarlet
How I dollar it, I just earn the say
So when the itchy itchy come, I satisfy the crave
And let it fall a little too much
I let Tone touch my ears to let the bullshit disappear
[Tony Touch]
Pa' 'fuera, tu no sabe, mi manera
Native tongue, puttin it down, donde quiera
De La, Mos Def wit a candela
Borinquen, que bonita bandera
Respect the architect or be next to catch a pela
I send ya all runnin home to your abuela
Cash rap over a beat or acapella
Kick a wicked rhyme like a fortune teller
This fella, se pone feo quando llego
I still be shoutin out cats in San Diego
I'm still in effect, and I'm still doin the huevo
I still be putting it down, till I'm a viejo
Man, you can't tell me nuthin about the juego
I told ya suckas before, leggo my eggo
Yet you insist upon playin wit fuego
But I catch you on the rebound, hasta luego, pendejo
Well, it's the alley cat, puffin' on a hoody mack
Some say I'm a titere, but yo I ain't all of that
Hit you wit a baseball bat if you try to ill though
Fuck around you get bucked on the hill bro
Mr. Tony Toca, rollin' wit the joker
East L.A. to Bushwick, Cosa Nostra
Bring it to you bitch ass clicks like we supposed
Cypress Hill in full effect wit the mota
Ain't nuthin' changed but the date, so fuck wit Jake
Expect me to cut the cake, it's much too late
I'm takin' it all, send you to the back of the line
Breakin' you off, watchin' you react to the rhyme
Me packin' the nine, nah that's a whole other game
'Cuz if I'm forced to pull out, I'mma blow out ya brain
Yo, what we feel, never go wit the grain
It's Tony Touch and B-Real still goin' insane
Mi Vida Loca, get blast
Money moves, you snooze you loose
Punk nigga, you know the rules
We strike first, we hit hard, no regard
And move weight, international, state to state
Mi Vida Loca, get blast
Money moves, you snooze you loose
Punk nigga, you know the rules
We strike first, we hit hard, no regard
And move weight, international, state to state
Maginifico, here we go, me and Tony Toca
My name ain't Ricky but I'm livin' the vida loca
Serial rhyme killa, the paper spinner
Eatin' the pussy sup, havin' you for dinner
Like a fur tinner, makin' you loose it over the years like a winner
I can't abuse like a picketer, I send it a flow, control temper
We into the party, wit bounce and yo go get ya
All this other shit don't really matter
I'd rather be open your grave, relivin' my bladder
Ain't nothin' sadder, the Mad Hatter
Make a fine cheddar, keep climbin' the ladder
You try follow after, I'm sorry to shatter your dream
Splatter your spleens, scatter your teams
Bad as it seems, niggas will follow the beam
Money cream, funny things, happen when you runnin' things
Mi Vida Loca, get blast
Money moves, you snooze you loose
Punk nigga, you know the rules
We strike first, we hit hard, no regard
And move weight, international, state to state
Mi Vida Loca, get blast
Money moves, you snooze you loose
Punk nigga, you know the rules
We strike first, we hit hard, no regard
And move weight, international, state to state
Time to put a little pressure, but the addresser
You get no lesser, microphone finesser
Rhymes go like pressure, and listen never
Whether you gather to go, never become richer
Keep the punk nigga bitch up
Pain change like a woman ass switch up
You rhyme on the mic like you ate a dick up
Mouth full, blown talk, not to hiccup
Pick up your brain off the ground wit the vacuum cleaner
Life's a bitch like Elliott Misdemeanor
I have you ass up wit the sharp cleaver, thru the receiver
Spot it like rhyme weaver, follow the leader
Shit's off the fuckin' meter, drum beater
Side reader, while we puffin' the cold 'hebba
Mi Vida Loca, get blast
Money moves, you snooze you loose
Punk nigga, you know the rules
We strike first, we hit hard, no regard
And move weight, international, state to state
Mi Vida Loca, get blast
Money moves, you snooze you loose
Punk nigga, you know the rules
We strike first, we hit hard, no regard
And move weight, international, state to state
Mi Vida Loca, get blast
Money moves, you snooze you loose
Punk nigga, you know the rules
We strike first, we hit hard, no regard
And move weight, international, state to state
Mi Vida Loca, get blast
Money moves, you snooze you loose
Punk nigga, you know the rules
We strike first, we hit hard, no regard
And move weight, international, state to state
Mi Vida Loca, get blast
Money moves, you snooze you loose
Punk nigga, you know the rules
We strike first, we hit hard, no regard
And move weight, international, state to state
Mi Vida Loca, get blast
Money moves, you snooze you loose
Punk nigga, you know the rules
We strike first, we hit hard, no regard
And move weight, international, state to state
Yeah, Mr. Cocotasso, hit you wit a baso
Say hello to my little friend, posa caso
Tato, now that's all she wrote
Muthafuckas think I fell for the okie doke
But you can quote me loke, 'cuz the joke's on you
Soul Assassins in the house, you better hold on to
Now you can watch these rap niggas just roll on through
Or you can get up and get involved, it's on you
[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Go head..
[Raekwon]
Give me all Gucci colors, my niggaz get real for brothers
We idolize big lines and nines
Jumping out of big joints live, projects
Lot of objects, front if you want, you gon' die
Lex with a sawed off, Killa gonna tax him in the Waldorff
All bloodhounds, pop, show it off
Actin' like that money ain't live
Built it from the getty-up, New York City gonna fry
Aiyo, son, I take mines, rape lines
Yeah, I'm realer than Riker's who orchestrate great crimes
Jump out the Lex', lookin' zesty, real Nestle
What, picture nigga, except bless me
God, I'm high-powered, gun of the hour, crafted Flowers
Give it the blend, double it, and blow like the Towers
All ya'll need to take showers, can't take what's ours, pa..
Been sellin' crack, been sellin' crack
Been sellin' crack, livin' the black
Revealin' how we flip that, strip cats
We write rich raps
Help out the body, me, similar to the Gotti
Story, I'm kinda young, son, a fly forty
The Reverend cold shittin' on shorty, did it to shorty pop
And gave him like ten in his jaw piece
Remember this sayin': "Staten Island Gun Slayers"
It's mayors, all gauges, minimum wage the raises..
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA reverses and flips voice samples)]
...up the Rock..
[Method Man]
Niggaz be killin' me, actin' like they ain't feelin' me
Knowin' they bustin' them guns with my artillery
Usin' my words as if it's his and hers
That's that shit that make me not wanna pass the herb
The fake artist, I'm coming Razor Sharp regardless
I bump lah, sowed of liquor, light and spark
Make it crunk live, the dirty dirty try and serve me
Like black folks in scary movies: you die early
Tony Toca, Meth Tical, vida loca
Esta loca, if she think I eat the chocha
Ma, toss the, smoke ya, win free (Winfrey) like Oprah
And un-hoast that roast, your meat, for the butcher
Licky lost ya, don't even come a step closer
When I approach a track, I slam like my culture
[RZA]
Chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that
[Method Man]
GZA told you it's a "Cold World", where ya heat at?..
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA reverses and flips voice samples)]
...up the Rock..
[U-God]
Hots on the shit, just so we can lock horns
Throw a package in the streets, get the block warm
Something happens when we meet, hit the block strong
Get it poppin' in your face, taste the popcorn
Now that we back on track, can't lose
My back gets huge, bitches Moulin Rouge
The way I move, the Cadillac, so smooth
Battle rap improve shit, light the fuse
Bruised off the booze liquor, doozy kicker
The dynamite style, shinin' lights still flicker
Wu-Tang stickers is a nuclear reaction
Tony Touch scratch the table, RZA on the back end
Pure, the talent, yes, yours truly
The brand combination of jazz, class and beauty
Here to do my duty, up another notch
The gospel according to rap is mega watts
Agenda never stop, dead center, mega hot
Go mop it up, go cop it when it drops..
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA reverses and flips voice samples)]
...up the Rock..
[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What?
Hey DJ, just play that song
Y dame un pokito de reggaeton
Want a party all night to the breaking dance
So give me dancing dancing all night all night
Hey DJ just play that song
Y dame un pokito de reggaeton
Want a party all night to the breaking dance
So give me dancing all night, all night
He reguetony pa la honey
Just still to move and money
Tony touch Nina sky in the homie
En el party like daddy
I'm melao bien activao
Esto es lo que vale chek, chek it out
Dale dale mami let it out
El flow ta peligroso ten cuidao
Te lo juro que lo tuyo
Ahora vamos a meterle bien duro
(Dale, Dale)
Undeground pa to'l el mundo
Mr. Capi Cu you know how we do
Te estoy velando los q me odian siguen tirando
Yo sigo gozando improvisando
Con todas las mujeres gritando
Hey DJ just play that song
Y dame un pokito de reggaeton
Want a party all night to the breaking dance
So give me dancing, dancing
All night all night, all nigth all night
People getting confused
Me and Tony come with the hash shit
Mary wanna puki con capi
And if you lost it, hey no womens
Mary more than fast y furious
Soy el tipo que tu conoces
Yo te mando ala tierra y te deja flores
Pa los viejos y los menores
[La the Darkman]
Yeah, Tone Touch, Power Cypha MC's
*In Jamaican tone* Yeah, ya mon know alot of dat cum from killen
I run da place, take it from me (real gun talk)
The fortified nine millime
Yo Darkman King, doin my thing the bee sting
Assassinate your whole team wit the vocal red beam
Sold yourself a dream, I sharpen my script as an arrow
Professional and live, my style double-barrel
I Self Lord, Master natural disaster
Holy sling to splash ya, dark force to thrash ya
Blind eyes, poligimous got four wives
Inside my square, rappers get buried alive
We never even, put you in the dirt still breathin
Perfection, the gold mic touch dun, I'm blessin
Flames lit the flesh, shot at some of the best
When Dell played me at my rest, stabbed a kid in his chest
Now I got respect, runnin through boroughs, hoods and towns
Niggas pull they pants down when I show the four pound
Verbally, fantastic, cocked my rhyme, blast it
Trapicante classic, gun talk gymnastic
The Bronx back to Brooklyn got my slang cold cookin
Pull up in my four-hundred, mad bitches be lookin
And I'm a rude boy, wit lyrics to seek and destroy
My gold tec gonna blast niggas from here to Quebec
Yo I'm Bronx-born, Brooklyn-raised
You niggas get more than grazed, when I blaze my gauge
It's not a arcade, dun my gun is real as AIDS
[Skillz (Missy)]
Uh, yeah, remix, you know what it is, yeah
It's the V-A, huh, remix, oh, yeah, aha, let's go
You know (remix), oh, come on, check me out, uh
[Malice (Skillz)]
Patty cake, patty cake, V-A got plenty weight (whoo)
Clipse and S-K-I double can only mean trouble (yeah)
Hot like the eye on the storm, we gon' bubble (uh)
Platinum is the jewel and plus we goin' double
V-A, where the deer and the antelope play
But you can still get your cantelopes sprayed (uh)
Quick to show a nigga it ain't sweet down here
Better change your way of thinking fore ya creeps round here
[Pusha-T (Skillz)]
Uh, Pusha, I keep more cain in the street
Than the elderly and weak
I put myself out of reach (uh), flow more sicker
Ghetto rich, I brought shame to the beach (uh)
Press your luck, twin blocks is tucked (aha)
Call the crew ? cause they black as fuck (whoo)
Tell me how y'all feel
Clipse with Skillz, V-A love for real
[Missy (Skillz)]
Y'all don't really wanna fuck with me (uh)
My click D double-E to the P (remix), BLAOW!
I put two in your side (yeah)
Flow in ya dough in ya motherfucking ride (remix)
Y'all don't really wanna fuck with me (oh)
My click D double-E to the P (remix)
[Pharrell (Skillz)]
I thought I told y'all dudes before
Y'all dudes can't mess with me (Pharrell)
Jamaican ? (uh), crimes and loot
Mei Mei kitty speedin' me shampoo
While y'all niggaz were shootin' pictures of Puffy (uh)
I was shootin' niggaz on my little brother's huffy
Y'all ? break ya uh uh, personally wake ya uh uh (yeah)
I'm magic with the gun then ha, I'll make ya huff blast
Sex, nigga, don't be a courageous fuck, uh uh (whoo)
Cause a-k-a nigga, I A-K ya up
On the campus I ? you
Winnin', grinnin', spinnin' like champions do
Oh, keep bitches on lock like the figure folds (uh)
Come on, you ever seen a motherfuckin' brick of dough (whoo)
The angels want me but I ignore them in my head (yeah)
I still give my niggaz chills when they remember what I said
Demand you have to take me up just know that that exist
I said please look out for my kids cause I ain't givin' up shit (oh)
[Missy (Skillz)]
Y'all don't really wanna fuck with me (yeah)
My click D double-E to the P, BLAOW! (remix)
I put two in your side (uh)
Flow in ya dough in ya motherfucking ride (uh, V-A baby)
Y'all don't really wanna fuck with me (yeah)
My click D double-E to the P, BLAOW! (remix)
I put two in your chest (aha, uh)
Ain't no other yet cause I'm the motherfucking best (yeah, remix, Skillz)
[Skillz (Missy)]
Yo, S-K-I, uh, L-L-Z, uh
If you hollerin' at me you gotta holler at the V, oh
A that is, uh, who gettin' hotter than we
Picture me on 106 and I ain't hollerin' at Free, like (HOLLA!)
Ha, while I refuse to speak
We need helmets and shoulder pads cause my crew so deep
Niggaz sweep, I can't affect your props in the streets, uh
When I smack you, ya sound set will drop next week, oh
Ya remix sick, uh, we can tell
You got Clipse, Skillz, Missy and Pharrell, uh
And we grindin' weaponary team, aha
The way I keep switchin' throwbacks you think I had a time machine, oh
That's how we do in the south
That's why ya favorite rapper keep askin' me when I'm a come out, uh
I'm still pimpin' the beats, uh, I'm like Kane
And this the V-A version of the symphony, let's go
[Missy]
Y'all don't really wanna fuck with me
My click D double-E to the P, BLAOW!
I put two in your side
Flow in ya dough in ya motherfucking ride
Y'all don't really wanna fuck with me
My click D double-E to the P, BLAOW!
I put two in your chest
[Common]
Yeah, this is the truth
Common Sense, wit Tony Touch
It's the type of music we be
From Chicago to New York
I ain't move, I'm just movin crowds baby
Yo yo check it
Supreme life, I seen light at the end of the path
Beginning wit math, stumbled, found a gym in a half
Cognac, pimps, Hennessey's resemble my dad
Went to, the School of Hard Knocks, it's hard to remember the staff
>From the land of shit-talk
Point stars and pitch forks, this ain't a game, only a bitch barks
The streets is stayin hard, peoples tryin to out-think God
Tradin crack for link cards
Heavy, so I sleep hard and breathe eye accounts
In this paper marathon, meditatin to tapes of Farrakhan
And Seravon, sharin songs wit broads, I know they need it
It's like I'm Eldrige Cleaver wit my mind set on cleavage
Reachin for the heavens since the bliss fell from the elevated, I speak
Wit Technics like a 1200
Black males wanted, the sign of the times
Read: one for project prisons wanted dead
I sped to the light, my realness bled through the mic
Like Marvin, I'm willing to save the children givin lead to the night
It was written but untold
Some hold the scroll in the hearts, the truth is told in the arts
Like old school to park, my thoughts connect
No longer is it impeach the president or break to mic check
I circumcised the clouds, wit thoughts that raise your third eyebrow
Cuz the sun is my child, bloaw
Yeah it's Com Sense, Tony Touch
Peace to my god NO ID, yeah Y-Not, Dug Infinite, Sean Lett
We just bringin it to y'all Chicago style to New York
[Redman]
"I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that
I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that"
[Xzibit]
>From now till forever it's the Likwit MC
X to the Z, you get Banned From TV
Fuckin wit me, Likwit niggas L-A-C
Captivate, visually stimulate the whole country (what you see?)
In God we trust, but don't trust us
I'm ready to bust some lead in disgust
My homie Tony Touch said "Relax, roll a dutch"
I'm on the grind like a clutch, bust ya, they never had this much
That'll take it to the streets, play the game never forfeit
This same time next year, we goin corporate
You can't force what don't fit
Your style is like a pistol wit no kick, you're weak and you don't hit
Bitches catch nuttin but dick, fuck the BS
Beat it to death, call Triple Seis, Triz from TS
Yeah, Hennesey For Everbody in my empire
Enemies get Kennedy-ed in my line of fire
[Tash]
Tash swings like Mark McGwire, X swings like Sammy Sosa
These guns up in my hoslter got me on the wanted poster
Runnin from the law, tryin to stay low-key
Old E and D&D; lace the 50 MC
Then it's back to LAX, rough beats and concepts
They know they can't smoke me so they send me bomb threats
I'm rough like sex wit my ex
Tash beat the pussy up for old times sake, and then he just
Dash to cassettes, I hold the vinyl title
Xzibit holds it down wit the rifle
I'm runnin wit the trifle, LA tell these thugs
That New York City don't need no Bloods (why?)
Cuz next comes the Crips, that's when the city flips
Niggas dyin over colors when it's all about the chips
So read it off the lips of the Alki bum-rusher
[Intro: Baby Touch]
Warnin, the surgeon general of Brooklyn, New York
Has determined that the sounds you're about to hear
Can be devastating to your ear
[Intro: Bonz Malone]
I pledge allegiance and have to brag
About the united weights in America
And to this republic, for which we dance
Zulu Nation, in the yard, is the invincible
With ability, to Touch this, for y'all
[Tony Touch]
Say it loud, man, I'm proud to be Latino
Skinny like Vinnie Barbarino
Toca, esta loca, you know the steezo
Shine all over the world wit my sonido
Mijo, you ain't got nothin on this Taino
So benvenidos, by popular demand
It's the most requested DJ from the east coast
Io canto, en el nombre del padre, hijio, e del el spirito santo
I'm half Indian, but my name ain't Tanto
I rock my own slang when I bang my bongos
Now most people want it but have to main ready
So I'mma hold it down for them heads in Rock Steady
Renegade cut up the brake wit a machete
Beat breaker, suddenly, the street taker's a Piece Maker
Breakin it down to pieces, check my thesis
When my album releases, come on
Takin it back like Lee's wit the creases
Knockin this shit out that park into the bleaches
Grand slammin it, kid, I man handle it
It's mad scandalous, you can ask Canibus
The pit fighter, you sucker DJ's is dick riders
Mad as hell cuz Toca got his shit tighter
I spark a L wit a big lighter
Criminal use oblational to get inside ya (and do what?)
And fuck your whole head up
El Cavallo in the house, so gots to get up
(say what, say what, say what)
I kick your whole chest in, can I hold it down alone, man, no question
[Chorus (intro): samples]
"Tony Touch"
"The incredible... DJ"
"The tables turn"
"relay that one time"
"OK, Tony Touch"
"is so tremendous"
"Tony touch"
[Guru]
Yo i be da mic smoka
Puff dro with Tony Toca
He be the beat maker
The master peice maker
Makin masterpieces, timeless works of art
Some of ya'll might be affraid of what lurks in the dark
So by the wave of his hand and by the flick of his wrist
Tone brings things to light at the flip of a switch
Well respected, well connected From Bushwick to Vegas
B-Boy fanatic, dramatic on the cross feeders
All my people that love that real shit
The got love for Tone cause he make em feel shit
Other DJs like to steal shit
But when we see em
They be frontin like it's love, no it
Damn well they want to be him
Tie you and hear me in style[??]
That why we givin him style
It be the piece maker, i'm the jewel of the wild
Gang to the Starr
Hold ya glock steady
Word to Rocksteady
Betta get ya blocks ready
[Chorus]
[Guru]
Who sleepin on the crow
Creepin on the low
T-O-N to the Y
Fuck with us and watch your fam die
Damn I, know you want another CD of that
Hardcore rap shit, we got a degree in that
I majored in lacin fiends, chasin greens and stayin clean
Knowin what it's like to be strugglin and creating dreams
Poof, something arises, outta nothing
and surprises all you all you weak minded, sideways suckas
You can't deny it, it's like doing a bid and not learning jack shit
Where my old Tony Touch take, and ask me what was that shit
Niggaz got the shit backwards, it's drastic
Will the dollar move, or will we rely on plastic
Throw that shit, we're gonna rely on the vinyl
Final decisions and mad revisions for all rivals
I will, always be the brother you can relate ta
Guru, Premier, and my man Tone the Piece Maker
"You're the best there is" (who the fuck else could it be)
"You're the best there is"
[Sauce Money]
Uh don't get it twisted, you know I'm just a fly nigga
Don't even wonder why nigga, I'm a Bed-Stuy nigga
Do or die nigga, take a slug for my nigga
If I got to die, inside I cry nigga
Sauce spit for the now and laters
Spit for the heavyweighters, spit for ballers and playahaters
Spit for muthafuckers who rock gators
Spit for niggas on the come-up playin corners and elevators
Nuttin to lose, so what's to choose
Never discriminate, spit for niggers and Jews
If it's pennies to clock, spit for Guineas and Wops
Spit for hoes that's addicted to Henney and cocks
Spit for threesomes and little dicks who like to watch
Been spittin this way since the days of Koch
Spit for Jaguars, Ranges, eights and drops
Spit for uncles, nephews, moms and pops
Spit this biz for cats who need the brick wit wiz
Mistresses who don't know who dick this is
I spit for clicks who empty they clips for kicks
For mothafuckers on the block screamin "That's that shit!"
Tony Touch, Sauce Motherfuckin just too much
[Saafir]
Yeah, Junction Rider, ?El the Menace?
Yaknowimsayin, in here wit my nigga Ras Kass
Layin it down for TONY TOUCH, whatcha know
This bout is out-match, you wanna rap, you just came out the snatch
Put down your gat and let's play Russian Roulette wit the cadet cassette,
nigga
I'm a general in this, wit a gift to make your bitch
Swallow my minerals and shit
The soft-spoken, you wanna peep game, then drop tokens
Niggas wit the half-ass flow get they wind broken
Fuck around and get your heart molested
Double-breasted wit tested
If I had a nigga for every rhyme, I'd be buyin
Time, if you had a nickel for every rhyme, you'd be buyin
A sack to shake, I cas-ta-rate
While you receive calls to retrieve balls
You wanna be my dog, go fetch me a rep
All I need is a slight lead, wit the handboarders
My right wrist, the full clip, murder not manslaughter
Command ? of six submarines spitters to sub-machinegun jitters
Is all I'm feelin when I'm bustin, a baptism slidin darts
You niggas is like bitches hidin farts
And I'll be that man abusin your ass, now can you hide the marks?
[Ras Kass]
Tony Touch, 50 MC's uh
You don't even wanna spar parts, spark the South Park sippin Remmy
See every sixteen bars, I kill Kenny
I kill any, I spill sin without regret
Ras Kass got representation like stubble-neck to Gillette
To Tibet, to baguett-tos, you gassed up rappers gotta follow my character
Fuck philosophy (cut celebrities heads like scientology)
Flip a nigga whole world upside-down
Got em standed on they head while I piss in your nose till you drown
I rock for Wops, Kikes, Micks, Moules, and Spics
Redneck hicks, chicks wit dicks in porno flicks
And that's just for kicks, my voice pitch louder than Steve Rif
Screamin on niggas like Lil Fame and them
The amatanium framin him, the way to do me
Fuck police, fuck peace without war and fuck groupies
Cuz these niggas is soft as drug sto' cotton
I'm Sugar Daddy Rotten that'll leave your hemoglobin clottin
I can knock and mic rockin, supreme mathematician
It's the beginning of the end, like the Spanish Inquisition
So group home, we already got weap-os
Three-fifty niggas sportin products of reb-os
Dumpin outta aqua ?river-os?, nada
Fuck a Don Juan, I still love this rap bitch
I be gettin head in the whip, and crash the shit
Causin twelve car accident
Get out and start bare-backin a nasty bitch
[Royce]
Detroit, yeah..
Royce 5-9, Tony TOUCH!
The year is two-thousand
Mr. Quick-to-Slap-and-Punch
Uhh uhh uhh uhh.. what?
Yo yo
I'm entirely too hard to listen to talk
I get raw and get this clip and draw, send you to Mars
Niggaz with hidden hearts get written off
Find yaself bruh
You barely know what your click is called, cowboy
You wish you could spar with half of a mind
Kill you with half of a line
without a need to continue the bar
It's a infamous art, not many can spit from the heart
Turnin pens into darts
It's what you call meant for the charts
So rather I'm sayin, "Fuck you," and flippin you off
Man these infinite thoughts in the bank, so enter the vault
My visions assault your sister for description are lost
Every time a nigga piss me off, stick on the wall
So even when the nigga not lookin he listen and pause
Forget it dog, when I spit at y'all, you shit in your drawers
I'm comin at you from e'ry angle
and the shit can be very painful
[Rah Digga]
Yeah, Rah Digga!
Tony Touch got collabos baby
Flipmode Squad
Imperial!
Brick city in the house! Yeah that's what I'm talkin'
Let a bitch run her mouth! Yeah that's what I'm talkin'
For starters, I'm taking out most of MCs that you deal with
All at one time like little kids on a field trip
What about the others? Their brothers?
Best friends and yes-men? Digga got em covered
How you do that? By sptting rhymes by the mass
Living ghetto-fabulous like my man Rass Kass
World life, get no realler than muslims and silver
B-Girl stance in front the million dollar villa
Rise, bitches gon' rise
Nigga float 'fore you shit capsize
Record in stores
Worldwide tours
Niggas say female rappers either dikes or they're whore
I call them all crazy, bitches rule for sure
When the niggas in their clique ain't around no more
That's right baby, 50 MCs, Rah Digga in your face
Big shout out to Tony Touch baby, back in your face
Third round knockout
Outsidaz up in here
Young Zee, Pace Won, Eminem bout to have shit ill
B-e-g, getting checks from me, baby boy no raps for free
Flipmode is the Squad
9-8, Rah Digga, First and Only Female, I write my own rhymes
Everybody was dancin' and everybody was swingin'
And, everybody was singin' and everybody was bringin'
Everybody was dancin' and everybody was smokin'
And, everybody was drinkin' and niggas don't be thinkin'
Hey yo, I be the man dangle, handle bilingual
Shit's so hot, it might be the first single
Soft mack sprinklin' salt on my Pringle
Ain't no stoppin' me now, I'm gon' jungle
NI, flippin' shit, freakin' shit
Runnin' shit from channel to channel
I ain't gon' bite off more than I can handle
I got the DVD all in my wall panel
I ain't try to brag, this is on my dick, 'cuz they see in a mag
Should of drived a Benz or I should of drived the Jag
Old school nigga, I rock the doo rag
I might fuck around and let my pants sag
One two, I come through wit my families
Big Psych, pit fight, you know the deals
Potted, take a good look at what we started
Retarded, that Brooklyn bullshit we got it
Everybody already know Toca be 'bout it
And me gettin' knocked out the box, kid, I doubt it
It's crowded, up in the club, so I'm ma rub
My pinga against the ninga to show love
Stuck in the cut, as always I come wit the ruck
Tony Touch, Beatnuts, straight fuckin' it up
Now don't sleep home boy, I got it tucked in the gut
Just in 'cause I gotta flex against one of you ducks
Mira drago, Mr. El Cavallo
I send y'all free like Cinque De Mayo
Claro, come on y'all, get wit the vibe
And follow, and pump this cassette in the ride
Aiyo, Nills where's you man wit the Jeckyl and Hyde?
Let's get this jump-off jumpin', flip the record and slide
Everybody was dancin' and everybody was swingin'
And, everybody was singin' and everybody was movin'
And, everybody was movin' to the groove
Everybody was dancin' and everybody was smokin'
And, everybody was drinkin' and niggas don't be thinkin'
Aiyo, Psych is chillin', flippin' the hottest hits in the club drinkin'
Never trickin' on a pigeon, yo who I'm bringin'
The glock is hittin', but it's reachable by hand
I'm ma beat you wit this, 'til you can't understand
And I don't give a fuck if you don't know who I am
This is that pimp song, so take your minks off
And wild out for the night and get your drinks on
Mami, the way you rock me on the dance floor
Got me, ready to take my fuckin' pants off
Blast off into a new dimension
Here's a little somethin' I'd like to mention
If you ain't lovin' it, you must be a hater
If shorty ain't fuckin', see you later
Hasta la vista, you full of pasta and pizza
Oh, you gangster, I'm ma get mobster and beat ya
Now tell me who the best there is
Greg NI, Tony Touch, Psycho Les, there it is
Everybody pit fightin' and, niggas don't be writin'
And, muthafuckas keep bitin' and
And, and, and, and, a and
Everybody pit fightin' and niggas don't be writin'
And, muthafuckas keep bitin' and
Intriguing to the ear, but bitter to the heart
As I begin to take part in the art of dart throwing
Starring the Wu-Tang swordsman
Day two breaks, it's a stormy monday
My ninjas lay in revines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves they breathe through underwater wreaths
The enemy walks above, I remain sub-terrained in mud
Off-shore banks tanks approach the location
Bombed by the circle of death formation
Communication lines are sniped from these low altitude strikes
And large inhalements of shrapnel, fragments of shell
Inhale these highly venomous thoughts that I propel
Through the north facility, the city must suffer
At the hands of the chief's command volts are sent
At three minute intervals the heat intenses
Deadening the power from electrical fences
The fences are down, knowledge material lies through the sound
Revealing the skill that causes the ground to tilt, feel the tension
Blistering quills are scorching
You could never stomach the eruption of god dimension
Science is the study of all things
Knowledge my sword swing, guns go off in the east wing
It's a blessin' to deliver this lesson
Who's restin'?, you've been summonsed to awaken
A nation of sleeping giants who are clients to the devil's civilization
Migration expands my plan to the maximum capicity
Killarmy, nothing can hold we
From launchin' out over the earth and disperse
In the triple darkness niggaz return unscathed
At ease and as you were
But the thought of be able to breathe and leave these worldly possessions
[Total (Tony Touch)]
(Beat)
Ooh yeah yeah
Uh-huh, ooh
Ooh Antonio
Yeah yeah
Uh-huh
Tonight out in Brooklyn
Where it's always off the hook
And I was crusing with my favorite gang
We stepped up inside this night spot
Cause we heard it was tight HOT
We was groovin' doin' okay
(Whoop! Whoop!)
We were standing at the sideline
And the place started wilin'
When this one guy took control of the crowd
(What'd he do girl?)
That fella rocked the party
Like you ain't heard nobody
It was one man and he turned it out
[1: Total]
I wonder why
He's the greatest DJ
I wonder why
But you'll never hear
I wonder why
He's the greatest DJ
I wonder why
The champion of sound
My man he loves to put it down
And he never leaves the disco alone
I can dance then I can see
Makes the jam so complete
La crem de la crem
Please take me home
He rocks the hottest joint
And his mixes be on point
Ooh and the kid gots a flow
(What's the name girl?)
Tony Toca, me tiene loca
You got me actin' ill
I can stop and stand still
[Tony Touch (Total)]
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Uh, yeah what? OH!
Check it out girl
Yeah uh check it out world
Uh say what? Say what? Yo!
There ain't a problem that I can't fix
Why not?
Cause I do it in the mix
And if your man gets in trouble
He'll bounce on the double
And come to the spot girlfriend so we can bubble
Me and you one on one with the music
Play the hot shit that makes ya just lose it
On the dance floor you start buggin'
Actin' all silly with the big willies
For realys...that's what this here be all about
Uh forget the drama I'mma get you out
Yo see my techniques nothin' sweet
It gets ugly girl so let's creep
Come on
[2: Total]
Hey Mr. DJ play that song
Keep doin' it, doin' it
All night long
[2: x3]
[Total]
Hey Mr. DJ play that song
Keep me dancin'
Play that funky music mister DJ
Come on, come on, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah ooh
[Total]
I wonder why
He's the greatest DJ
Tony Toca
Did you like that one Tony?
I can put you in my little Antonia
I'm outta here
[Nina Sky:]
Hey DJ just play that song
i dame un poquito de reggeaton (wow)
on the party all night
till the break of dawn
so keep me dancin all night
all night
[Tony Touch:]
Reggeatony pa la honey
still dont nothing move
but the money
tony touch nina sky and the hommie
en el party la ri da ri
ai mellao bien activado
esto es lo ke vale
check check check it out
dale dale dale mammi let it out
el flow esta peligroso ten cuidao
te lo juro ke lo tuyo
ahora vamos a meterle bien duro
underground pa todo el mundo
mister capri-cu u know how we do
te estoy velando los ke me odian
siguen tirando yo sigo gozando improvisando
con todas las mujeres gritando
[Nina Sky:]
Hey DJ just play that song
i dame un poquito de reggeaton(wow)
on the party all night
till the break of dawn
so keep me dancin (dancin)
all night(all night)
[B- Real:]
Dont get it confused
me and tony coming with the hot shit
mariguana
and if u lost it aint no worrys
but if u talk shit
fist of fury
soy el tipo ke tu conoces
yo te mando ala tierra
i te deja flores
pa los viejos i menores
no te pongas bravo
te enseño dolores
its the time we flippin
we makin the cheddar
we on the biggest
like two people coming together
in the lated world trade it
glad that we made it
we are unfaded but we
always be hated
we get a minute in the day
and we see the logic
we feel like smokin so we
make believe that cronic
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
me and Tony flippin is a must
Hey DJ just play that song
i dame un poquito de reggeaton(wow)
on the party all night
till the break of dawn
so keep me dancin (dancin)
all night(all night)
[Hook x2]
Its getting hot tonight
bottles on my side
me and my girls and I
gonna get my party on
Im checkin all the papi's watching
motion towards the floor start dancing
Tony's got the party rockin
DJ wont u play my song
Hey DJ just play that song
i dame un poquito de reggeaton(wow)
on the party all night
till the break of dawn
so keep me dancin (dancin)
all night(all night)
[Hook x2]
alllllll(hey)
Get back, get back
You better get back, get back, back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back, you better
Doin' a box of doctrine on stompin' oxygen
[Unverified] wit fork to your optic lens
Hittin' wit a sudden force
Leave your boy layin' in the same puddle of blood as yours
When I flood his porch
Smuugle a gun in court and shoot the judge
Easily reduce a thug to a future scrub
A double-deuce wit slugs, I'm Proof on drugs
We'll turn you to a rapper that we used to love
How you on medicine cabinet pills
Grabbin' the steel, leapin' over buildings that haven't been built
I'm not the best yet 'cuz I haven't been killed
I'm laughin' at you faggot-ass rappin' for deals, you better
Get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better
I'm disappointed in my dentist appointment
He only gave me the fuckin' gas for thirty minutes this mornin'
Went to the hospital to get a chest X-ray
Checked out the next day in a dress wit a sex change
I'm havin' a bad day, my fuckin dad's gay
I hate fags and I'm fuckin' mad
'Cuz I don't have AIDS, all I want to do is die
I tried suicide six times and couldn't even do it right
Collapsed, had a relapse and called three cabs
And had to be dragged back to rehab wit bloody kneecaps
Enrolled myself in a twelve-step program
Tripped on the first step and got pinned down in a chokeslam
I swear to God, this 'Pac poster comes any closer
I'm kickin' this whole fuckin' wall over
Two more shots and it's all over
I'm all over this wall, tryin' not to fall over
Bloaw, bloaw, shots in broad day
(Bizarre, that's your mom)
The bitch shouldn't have been in the way
Me, Shady and Mike fuckin' a hemaphrodite
My little sister was a virgin till late last night
High off a kite off of stick of sherm
Put your mother in a full-nelson while my boys take turns
A unibomber tryin' to escape this country
Tell O.J. he better be comin up wit my money
Bizarre goes commerical? Nigga, you can forget it
B, suck my dick, that is the radio edit
I'm quick to smack the shit out of a foe
I ain't had pussy in a while, I'm too busy fuckin' assholes
Battle me, you better go eat your vegetables
I'm iller than a Muslim eatin' a pork hotdog in African festival
This shit is serious, watch me sniff 'cane
Avoid the pain and fuck a bitch barely potty-trained
Get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get the fuck back
[Eminem]
If I'm elected for ten terms
I'm renewing the staff after the inagural
And hiring all girls as interns
If I don't like you, I'll snatch you outta your mic booth
While you're rappin and pull your right through the window and fight you
I'll take you straight to the pavement
Uppercut you, and scrape your face wit a bracelet
Like a razor that shaved it
Three drinks and I'm ready to flash
Runnin on stage in a G-string, wit a bee sting on my ass (Look!)
It's probably all cuz I ain't awkward at all
I just like to walk through the mall, stop, and talk to the wall
And have a relapse after I just fought through withdrawl
(Hop in the car little girl, I just bought you a doll)
The Bad and Evil movement is comin
Plus the music is pumpin like a pill freak wit a tube in his stomach
I write a rhyme a day
So it's no wonder how come your whole album
Is soundin like a bunch of shit that I would say
Whether it's one verse or one letter
I'll probably be the cleverest one that never gets spun ever
It's Slim Shady and Tony Touch, it's only us
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
[Fat Joe]
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got you sick when you heard the kid was rocking your girl
make you nauseus, glide through your block in twin porshes
of course is the ladies love joe cause he's gorgeous
recognize the king, the livest team
if I ever do time I prolly die in da bin
turn the one year stress 'til like 30 to life
Same day I came home I'll probabbly murder my wife
look at them guys, they all look shook and surprise
I dont know why I wrote the book on how to be live
when the shit goes down, be the last man standing
Can't beat them then join them, even though you can't stand them
It's the nigga that you love to hate
Ain't nothing change but the women and the living is great
Nowadays they got a pen and a K
I don't fly but keep a plane close by in case
[JuJu]
Yeah...Shit!
You know how we do
Capicu
Sent a few to ICU
The whole clique rock steady like Motley Crue
and ya'll shit starting to look sloppy too
Vamonos, them falling like dominos
Them Zanganos, Toca cantalo
I bang out with the classic rhyming flow
to lock it down "TOMA", where you trying to go
I'm dyin to grow
word let me speak my mind
cause see alot of your herbs thought I reached my prime
but I came in the game with a unique design
it's made up with only dope beats and rhymes
Puerto Rock, it this mic on or wut
so I can rep my peoples that's on the block
cognac on the rocks,haters want to know when it's goin to stop
till we on the top....What!
beat stops
Salsa beat starts
[people speaking spanish]
Regular beat starts
[Noreaga]
Ayyo...it go
Esta Loca, tony toca
we been boning bitches in they mothafucking chocha
this is the audience, I'm the lyricist
sucks how this suckers in the crowd want to hear this
[???],[????] and none of them in they case
I'm free as a bird and to fly out on stage
I'm not here for no frontin just to say a little something
this suckers don't like me cause I'm all about dumping
Shotgun pumping, ripping you up
I'm like Dru Hill now how I'm splitting you up
See I'm the founder god plus i'm half latino
See me in Miami eating fish wit my hijo
I'm chilling wit my uncle my fault I mean tio
Kidnap niggaz making them sniff a whole kilo
So what now, I heard you niggas want buck now
Caught you without a gun, you niggaz ain't tough now
[Tony Touch]
What's going on niggas? It's real
Fifty milimeter people need to guard ju neal
fuck you nigga how you feel
you fags are like Ally McBeal
snap you in half, what the fuck is the deal
junkyard aint no lyin to me, if you lie than you dyin with me
burning in hell, nigga frying with me
and I dont want nobody cryin for me
I want a thousand rounds in the air flying for me
Cah, Cah, Cah, Cah,Cah
so smell the gun powder
living in a place you couldnt get the fuck outta
The Horror, niggaz you know your whole life tryin to kill you
cant even control your own wife, keep movin
stayin in ground I ain't losing
Life is the deadly decision I keep choosing
Been like a battle out of hell
For every nigga sitting up in a cell
Oh, this fuckin' kid, yo, can't deny it
Don't get it twist, get it fixed
Yo Dunn straight up, yo this is how we do
Straight up
Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list
P-Double dispose of rap garbage
Expose novice, trash style, niggas try hardest
Clowns attempt to rep get slapped the farthest
I'm Pee like distinct urine in your staircase
Nigga, from me stay the most distant, you outta place
Grime rhyme, my story too foul for prime time
So I don't give a fuck about MTV
Or any radio station, they won't play me
They own kids give me spins on tapes and CD's
Infamous First Infantry tee's
Army-green so it match your fatigues
Desert Storm tank done damn I could see it, let's be it
My whole click blows sticks and fears abolition, cancel your position
Don't ever a your life for livin', challenge my division
Yo Dunn we nice wit rhymes, on the L niggas feel this
Something for the people, I know what they want to hear is
P E double wit the realness
M O B B niggas is fearless
QBC in it, all day feel this
Splash these niggas wit' a verse like
Dead weight, that you could never move and shake
Demonstrate Live Nigga Rap throughout the states
Initiate lump sums, all niggas is fake
Take time out to think before I wrote the page
Celebrate my type of style Dunn, it's a real one
Kill time, sit around and compare guns
Me and mines, we a bunch of old times
Young dudes, while y'all fuel to argue, we playin' it cool
Boy, niggas got shot for less than words
Save the speech for those concerned, we squeeze first
Here's to those who won't hesitate for that
Dedicated to the type that can relate to that
Out of state clicks understand the cause
Overseas teams is down wit the fours
Niggas that can't speak the language repeat the song
Charged off of doses of this raw, yo, it's that shit for your ears to list
Something for the people, I know what they wanna hear is
P E double wit the realness
M O B B niggas is fearless
QBC in it, all day feel this
Takin' y'all niggas back where you're supposed to
P double nigga, what, Tony Toca, yo Chemistry on the beats
Nigga, Murda Muzik the movie, the LP
Yo, it's straight up Dunn, it's like this straight up yo peace to N O Y D
H A V O C, nigga what , G O D, Ty Nitty, Gambino, the Twiggy
Aiyyo Dunn check it, P mothafuckin' eh you
[AZ:] Triple Nines on 'em....knamnean? AZ...the
pioneer...overseein'...Half-a-miliato....gunshots and glocks and
calickos and all that shit....quiet money...this is law...
[Verse 1: AZ]
I speak prophecy, what was, what shall become
my philosophy, wise words repel from the tongue
fuck a novel or some made up shit to spit
this is life, bein' poor or rich, blood or a crip
made for those lost in the street with no jewels to help
so many thugs have lost love tryin' to school themself
prison walls with the yards filled in for God Children
bein' scarred from these hardships, kinda hard healin'
it's heavy, this shit is necesarry, teach the youth
travel 9000 Miles just to reach the truth
increase the troops, population
cops chasin', shots racin'
another slug rocked her face in
from BK to East Orange
recieve homage
my V's armored
camouflaged in fatigue garments.
[Verse 2: Half-a-Mil]
Yo, we through with Bitches and jewels on the wrists's
through with Sixes
Quiet Money formed the new existence
futuristic
it's 2000 now, computer chip shit
my crew is wiser now
niggas is fallin' and we risin' now
this is where the ballin' stops
close all the spots
open up the lots, put the tops on all the drops
fuck flossin' rocks, put 'em all back in the box
put the horses back in the barn, put the yacht on the dock
take all the bonds and public accounts off the stocks
son, we ready to rock
our own Country we ready to cop
look at Congress
they can't believe Hoodlums rised beyond this
from Brook-nam to the skies up yonder.
[Verse 3: AZ]
Whats the prognosis?
high explosive, fly culprits
try and focus, for this dough you die hopeless
deathwishin'
let off six and kept spittin'
tecks kissin'
if you real respect the mission
run reckless
took money, done records
from one Lexus to a half-a-town in Texas
chose classes
crooked D's roll passed us
smoke massive
keep a toast in both stashes.
[Verse 4: Half-a-Mil]
Yo, we thugs forever
international with plugs forever
now we intergalactical
above mystical or magical
spiritual and practical
we individually factual
livin' Willies who's stacks grew
now we got better things to do besides attack you
kidnap you
my rhymes bubble faster than a Ki of crack do
I was a ghetto bastard readin' Matthews
sellin' plastic valves
now to get to my crib you gotta drive alot of miles
there's alot of Deer, Rabbits, alot of Cows
you bust bottles more than even the Ross child
go to trial, never cop out
a Million and a half under the table, guarantee that I'm out
oye el ritmo
no me jodas no me jodas
aqui esta dandole cabron el tony touch
Rompan filas porque rompan filas
cuando canta daddy yanquee canta con manos arriba
rompan filas porque rompan filas
miro one miro tres porque ha llegado la queena
rompan filas porque rompan filas
ven dejala que se muevan cuando canta Don Chezina
rompan filas porque rompan filas
ven y [????] porque esta tiene reputacion de kilos
Hablo en serio aprendan poco
si me caes pesimo te mato lento
VIH ganale son mis distritos
tapale la boca que no son canticos
tengo tu destino lo tengo en mis manos
oyeme sera no, luego en este verano
a veces zumba no luegos son mas llanos
pues ese oso y vino y???
quieren que ataque y yo le digo que ya voy
quieren que tire y yo le digo que aqui estoy
quieren que rockee y yo le digo que ya voy
quieren que tire y yo le digo que aqui estoy
Tony me pidio y heme cuando aqui que estoy
quieren que rockee y yo le digo que aqui estoy
Checoslovaco... cheche checoslovaco
Saca y lo meto saco y lo meto [x8]
tu puedes esperar Don Chezina es el que eligira [x2]
Muchos saben que me saco el wood, Tony sabe que me saco el Wood
Tu no te vayas sin antes pensar
que la Queen nunca fracasa cuando ella entra
no man, solo mis voces are from the underground
de Puerto Rico a Nueva York llego la Queen de corazon
pues solo pide mas que la reina te va a dar
no te vaya a equivocar
Tony vamo a batallar man
piensa bien lo que digo
si quieres revoleo los latinos estamos unidos man
y esta vez te lo pido
no trates de parar
no one can creep conmigo
Baby Touch]
Warnin, the surgeon general of Brooklyn, New York
Has determined that the sounds you're about to hear
Can be devastating to your ear
I pledge allegiance and have to brag
About the united weights in America
And to this republic, for which we dance
Zulu Nation, in the yard, is the invincible
With ability, to Touch this, for y'all
Say it loud, man, I'm proud to be Latino
Skinny like Vinnie Barbarino
Toca, esta loca, you know the steezo
Shine all over the world wit my sonido
Mijo, you ain't got nothin on this Taino
So benvenidos, by popular demand
It's the most requested DJ from the east coast
Io canto, en el nombre del padre, hijio, e del el spirito santo
I'm half Indian, but my name ain't Tanto
I rock my own slang when I bang my bongos
Now most people want it but half them ain't ready
So I'mma hold it down for them heads in Rock Steady
Renegade cut up the brake wit a machete
Beat breaker, suddenly, the street taker's a Piece Maker
Breakin it down to pieces, check my thesis
When my album releases, come on
Takin it back like Lee's wit the creases
Knockin this shit out that park into the bleaches
Grand slammin it, kid, I man handle it
It's mad scandalous, you can ask Canibus
The pit fighter, you sucker DJ's is dick riders
Mad as hell cuz Toca got his shit tighter
I spark a L wit a bic lighter
Criminal use oblational to get inside ya (and do what?)
And fuck your whole head up
El Cavallo in the house, so gots to get up
(say what, say what, say what)
