[sound of Keith Murray intro from Mary J. Blige 'What's the 411' tape
which I could swear has been set to B.I.G.'s "Who Shot Ya" based on
the sound of the beat (Artifacts assure me that this is Mary J.
Blige)]
"My subliminals, mixed with criminal chemicals
Got more mily syllables than alphabet cereal..."
*car door slams*
Tame: I gots ta get this bag of bam ba zi, fuck this!
"You know who the fuck I am so get off that old bullshucks!"
--> Redman (scratched sample)
"He ain't shit, you ain't shit, your momma ain't shit, daddy ain't
shit"
--> Redman (scratched sample)
[Tame One]
If I had it my way, every wack MC would die Friday
Makin Saturday a better day
Sunday wouldn't start your week off til Monday
One day tunes I wrote yesterday will be tomorrow's scriptures for
today
At high noon, Boom Skwad Gods with knowledge
Holler at apostles, who squalor in despair, despisin those who follow
Swallowin pride like St. Ide's while you stare... take a drink
Don't think in a eyeblink I won't start my hijinks
and hijack a flight [Yeah right, when?]
Tomorrow night, cause off the record with the treble and the bass
I chase my lyrics through the rap race
Last place is simply not an option in my case
Waste not want not because I front not
The Notty keeps his lyrical shotty cocked
and locked up at your temple, over instrumentals
("It's all in your mind") you No. 2 like the pencil
The Boom Skwadron, Godson, who got the Bop Gun
The top gun, from the jump like Datsun
I got one, candy-coated rote rhymes skits I shit on when I get on
Then flip the scripts like I had Zips on
It's on like electrical, my symmetrical
alphabetic keeps my competition ridin on my testicles
("he ain't shit, you ain't shit, ain't nobody shit")
You to the rescue, let me test you
Who the best crew, most definite
has to be
