Yo, y'all ready? Yo, Phife, you ready? Cons, you got that part right? I dunno but it don’t matter who choose to set it off ATCQ, no doubt my ****** is boss Little half-ass rappers, y’all pissin’ me off Time to dead ‘em all off, yo, no matter the cause (Black) They don’t make thugs of this calibre (Spasmodic) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar (Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger (Spasmodic) Used to keep guns with the silencers (Black) They don’t make thugs of this calibre (Spasmodic) Who kept up a buzz the whole calendar (Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger (Spasmodic) Now look what he does to any challenger Now who want it with the Trini gladiator? The finger to you haters, you biters not innovators I take zero for granted, I honors my gift Champion pen game, plus I’m freestyle equipped You clowns be bum sauce, speak my name, it’s curtains Hamdulillāh my crew’s back to workin' Trash rap the dead *****, kill the turban **** boys, sit down, **** can only get worsen How do you touch mic with flows uncertain? Speak game tribal, that flow ain’t workin' Folks doin' items, dem vex and cursin' **** made me wanna see these ****** in person Third song in, *********** dispersin' Only to realize Gana loose in the buildin' Big tune this for man, woman and children Back on my ********, Busta bust then we kill them (Black) They don’t make thugs of this calibre (Spasmodic) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar (Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger (Spasmodic) Used to keep guns with the silencers My *****'s spirit be talkin' to me, let me explain Not through evil mediums, tarot cards or Ouija games But through mixing chords and boards and even drum machines He be saying, "***** **** awards, keep reppin’ Queens And don’t be taking slack from these non-rapping ******, man That intellectual **** you spit, you better change your plan Especially when you see them at the lobby of a label And they don’t seem able to outstretch they hands and admit they fans You better flame 'em in the J's that they standing in Ostracize they memory for not remembering The articles reduce their body parts to particles And dust the Dead Sea with their cremated molecules I’m leaving, but ***** you still got the work to do I expect the best from you, I’m watching from my heaven view Don’t disappoint me, make sure that they anoint me As the blue ribbon pedigree, the best of show five-foot-three Speak of the legacy for short people around the world Napoleonic bionic people who cause the world to twirl Rip every stage with grace, look right dead in they face Live the Tribe principle of havin' impeccable taste Enjoy that breath like that one was your last one left If you don’t believe me, Tip, there’s truly life after death So refer to the Biggie covers and shoutout my Trini brothers And please check in on my mother," Malik Izaak, call me shorty (Black) They don’t make thugs of this calibre (Spasmodic) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar (Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger (Spasmodic) Used to keep guns with the silencers (Black) (Spasmodic)
[00:08.89]Yo, y'all ready? [00:10.47]Yo, Phife, you ready? [00:13.65]Cons, you got that part right? [00:16.21]I dunno but it don’t matter who choose to set it off [00:19.90]ATCQ, no doubt my ****** is boss [00:22.25]Little half-ass rappers, y’all pissin’ me off [00:24.82]Time to dead ‘em all off, yo, no matter the cause [00:27.36](Black) They don’t make thugs of this calibre [00:30.26](Spasmodic) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar [00:32.66](Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger [00:35.11](Spasmodic) Used to keep guns with the silencers [00:37.60](Black) They don’t make thugs of this calibre [00:40.05](Spasmodic) Who kept up a buzz the whole calendar [00:42.74](Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger [00:45.21](Spasmodic) Now look what he does to any challenger [00:48.09]Now who want it with the Trini gladiator? [00:50.24]The finger to you haters, you biters not innovators [00:52.64]I take zero for granted, I honors my gift [00:55.08]Champion pen game, plus I’m freestyle equipped [00:57.56]You clowns be bum sauce, speak my name, it’s curtains [01:00.05]Hamdulillāh my crew’s back to workin' [01:02.82]Trash rap the dead *****, kill the turban [01:05.13]**** boys, sit down, **** can only get worsen [01:07.79]How do you touch mic with flows uncertain? [01:10.14]Speak game tribal, that flow ain’t workin' [01:12.74]Folks doin' items, dem vex and cursin' [01:15.40]**** made me wanna see these ****** in person [01:17.91]Third song in, *********** dispersin' [01:20.48]Only to realize Gana loose in the buildin' [01:23.03]Big tune this for man, woman and children [01:25.28]Back on my ********, Busta bust then we kill them [01:27.30](Black) They don’t make thugs of this calibre [01:28.34](Spasmodic) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar [01:30.72](Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger [01:33.26](Spasmodic) Used to keep guns with the silencers [01:35.95]My *****'s spirit be talkin' to me, let me explain [01:38.05]Not through evil mediums, tarot cards or Ouija games [01:40.76]But through mixing chords and boards and even drum machines [01:43.07]He be saying, "***** **** awards, keep reppin’ Queens [01:45.67]And don’t be taking slack from these non-rapping ******, man [01:48.39]That intellectual **** you spit, you better change your plan [01:50.60]Especially when you see them at the lobby of a label [01:53.14]And they don’t seem able to outstretch they hands and admit they fans [01:55.77]You better flame 'em in the J's that they standing in [01:58.44]Ostracize they memory for not remembering [02:01.16]The articles reduce their body parts to particles [02:03.70]And dust the Dead Sea with their cremated molecules [02:06.11]I’m leaving, but ***** you still got the work to do [02:08.63]I expect the best from you, I’m watching from my heaven view [02:11.16]Don’t disappoint me, make sure that they anoint me [02:13.50]As the blue ribbon pedigree, the best of show five-foot-three [02:16.20]Speak of the legacy for short people around the world [02:18.66]Napoleonic bionic people who cause the world to twirl [02:21.22]Rip every stage with grace, look right dead in they face [02:23.79]Live the Tribe principle of havin' impeccable taste [02:26.14]Enjoy that breath like that one was your last one left [02:28.91]If you don’t believe me, Tip, there’s truly life after death [02:31.35]So refer to the Biggie covers and shoutout my Trini brothers [02:33.67]And please check in on my mother," Malik Izaak, call me shorty [02:36.62](Black) They don’t make thugs of this calibre [02:38.75](Spasmodic) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar [02:41.33](Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger [02:44.07](Spasmodic) Used to keep guns with the silencers [02:46.76](Black) [02:48.98](Spasmodic)
