Now we found out, some ago that if you take a whole group of really superbad dudes, and hang em in together they'll make some whether or not else thought it was hip or not. You know, be OK. You Somebody's got to it.
Verse O.C.
like me against anyone First full verse is spontaneous, thrusts me No can dust me Bounced upon the scene a theme, Word...Life I cut out cause I differ from a dream lies deep in my molecules, you assumed I victim to, hip-hop blues You way off I on tour often rockin spots on the California coast, range you know to Boston Enforcin my theory, rappers teary-eyed Fly most who and thought they had stride You accustomed to cussin and bluffin fussin for Half of crumbs are just soft like muffins I bake, masterpieces, sharper Y'all candy motherfuckers stink like feces Needless to say, are these running yours? You retreated I gave out head for wars My set is immensely brick wall Solid in and out you slept so now Who got my back, you ask and BlastMaster Unorthodox, combinations the masters Mics I menace, it's finished You get an of what we bringin, no gimmicks
Verse Two: Finesse
My decision is precision, I'm ill in you can't vision I got niggaz worshippin Finesse like religion You can't fuck around, you're You don't want no collision, you better fly South like a Good riddance, I flip you can't imagine I down your Flintstone style, into fragments So pay to the man rappin Don't think that it can't, I'm livin proof, it can I reign logical, verbally, I drop it in ways you never dreamed possible So lyrically, I figure my Harvard style, is too deep for you nursery niggaz When I the mic, I'm comin rough and right I build more than workers 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 out the woodwork, like them homos in the Village But seriously, I'm got the If I's at the bottom of the you niggaz still shit on me Originally, it's the the vet I'm on that get list, but they didn't call my name yet I make it special like a prom night I bomb while other brothers are old news Walter Kronkite It's critical, you got these Xerox But word life, it ain't like the original I wreck kids, that's my and perspective When it comes to hip-hop, I'm on the case detectives You better step to the man Cause the greatest soccer player kick it like Finesse can
Three: KRS-One
This is the scientific extra-prolific simplistic metaphysic, no gimmick type lyric When you hear it or me, runnin through the scrimmages You see images, affecting sight to make you go (Yo he is! No there he is!) No here he is Rockin your superiors, in your hardest Your lyrical are inferior It's because your that they cheer for ya take care of ya, quickly, cause I cannot take it Your weak head needs to be Cause you it If your heart was caffeine, well now decaffeinated You scream battle but it's the end of your you it, I hate itCareer ended, how splendid For wack MC's I come doctor
Haha! You whassup when Lord Finesse up in the piece All you wack ass rappers better go rewrite album O.C. in the house, KRS in the house, New style in the house, yeah BDP in the house, YEAH...