Now we found out, some time ago that if you a whole group of really superbad dudes, and hang em in together they'll some music whether or not somebody else it was hip or not. You know, be OK. You Somebody's got to it.
Verse O.C.
It's like me against First full verse is spontaneous, combustion me No can dust me Bounced upon the with a theme, Word...Life I cut out cause I differ from a dream Wisdom lies deep in my molecules, you I fell to, hip-hop blues You way off I stay on often rockin spots on the California coast, range you know to Boston Enforcin my theory, leavin rappers Fly most who came and thought they had You accustomed to cussin and bluffin fussin for Half of y'all crumbs are soft like muffins I bake, masterpieces, thesis Y'all candy coated stink like feces to say, are these running shoes yours? You when I gave out head for wars My microphone set is immensely wall in and out you slept so now snore Who got my back, you ask and BlastMaster Unorthodox, combinations the masters Mics I menace, when finished You get an understanding of we bringin, no gimmicks
Two: Lord Finesse
My decision is precision, I'm ill in ways you can't I got worshippin Lord Finesse like religion You can't fuck around, kiddin You want no collision, you better fly South like a pigeon Good riddance, I flows you can't imagine I break down Flintstone style, into fragments So pay to the man rappin think that it can't, I'm livin proof, it can happen I supreme logical, verbally, I drop it in ways that you never dreamed So lyrically, I personally That my Harvard style, is too deep for you nursery When I clutch the mic, I'm rough and right I build more than them on construction sights I'm at it, I'm Illmatic So yes answers question if you ask me do I still have it I'm the realest, the Comin out the woodwork, them homos in the Village But seriously, I'm got the If I's at the of the toilet you niggaz couldn't shit on me Originally, it's the the vet I'm on that get rich list, but didn't call my name yet I make it special like a prom night I mics while brothers are old news like Walter Kronkite critical, you got these Xerox individuals But word life, it ain't nothin like the I kids, that's my theory and perspective When it to hip-hop, I'm on the case like detectives You better to the next man Cause the greatest player couldn't kick it like Finesse can
Three: KRS-One
This is the scientific extra-prolific mystic metaphysic, no gimmick type lyric When you hear it or me, runnin through the scrimmages You see images, your sight to make you go (Yo there he is! No he is!) No here he is Rockin your superiors, in your area lyrical skills are inferior It's because your video that they for ya I'll take care of ya, quickly, I cannot take it Your weak needs to be decapitated you fake it If your heart was caffeine, well you're now You scream but it's the end of your career you it, I hate itCareer ended, how splendid For wack MC's I come recommended
Haha! You know whassup when Finesse up in the piece All you wack ass rappers go rewrite your album O.C. in the house, KRS in the house, New York style in the house, BDP in the house, YEAH...