[Chorus]
"Its the
Ill Plusta Phesto D.
O. Lindsey
T. Massey so whatchyou wanna be??
Us!!
Just peep the bump and thump
you ain't got no choice
so throw your hands up!"
Opio:
You're stuck
crucified you'll lose don't try your luck
I'll cut 'em up
run through and ruin mc's they can suck my dick
the Hieroglyphic Kingdom bring em down to earth
they're worthless worse since the beginning
and I'm winning
offending mc's they can't accept it
inside he hide his fear of theory that shit was weary
and I hear he dont be coming off the top
he better drop and give me fifty
cause if he dont shape up I take whats mine
and at your title, what you write I'll demolish
polish up your skills just forget all this
call it quits it's overwhelming
you keep failing to impress
you're sluggish, I'll put a fake mc to rest
I got pages for the courageous amazes
fazes my opponent leave the microphone bic
you're flow is basic, youll get erased quick
stick to fantasizing
you're wack and deny the fact that I win
ease the pain, I still remain the king
I sing a lullaby to nullify the lazy ass lame
famous mc
even a nameless mc gets unfriendly
so we out to check em
direct from O. Lindsey
A-Plus:
Why you gotta to do the kind of shit that I hate?
I find your shit to be fake,
your mind ain't fit to create
Cease see you later, mack
Accidents waitin to happen
trying to fade the Adam
They bags is broke when they attack him
cause I play the mack,
