Now we found out, some time ago that if you take a whole 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 got to start it.
Verse O.C.
It's like me against First full is spontaneous, combustion thrusts me No can dust me Bounced upon the scene a theme, Word...Life I cut fantasy out cause I from a dream Wisdom lies in my molecules, you assumed I victim to, hip-hop blues You way off I stay on tour rockin spots on the California coast, range you back to Boston my theory, leavin rappers teary-eyed Fly who came and thought they had stride You accustomed to cussin and bluffin for nothin Half of y'all crumbs are soft like muffins I bake, masterpieces, sharper Y'all coated motherfuckers stink like feces Needless to say, are these shoes yours? You retreated when I out head for wars My set is immensely brick wall Solid in and out you slept so now Who got my back, you ask Lord and Unorthodox, from the masters Mics I menace, when finished You get an understanding of we bringin, no gimmicks
Verse Lord Finesse
My decision is precision, I'm ill in you can't vision I got niggaz Lord Finesse like religion You can't fuck around, you're You don't want no collision, you better fly like a pigeon Good riddance, I flip you can't imagine I break down your Flintstone style, fragments So pay attention to the man Don't think that it can't, I'm livin proof, it can I reign supreme logical, verbally, I drop it in you never dreamed possible So lyrically, I personally That my Harvard style, is too deep for you niggaz I clutch the mic, I'm comin rough and right I build than them workers on construction sights I'm skilled at it, I'm So yes answers your question if you ask me do I still it I'm the realest, the Comin out the woodwork, like them in the Village But seriously, I'm got the If I's at the of the toilet you niggaz still couldn't on me Originally, the same the vet I'm on that get rich list, but didn't call my name yet I make it special a prom night I bomb mics while other are old news like Walter Kronkite It's critical, you got these Xerox But word life, it nothin like the original I wreck kids, that's my and perspective it comes to hip-hop, I'm on the case like detectives You better step to the man Cause the greatest soccer couldn't kick it like Finesse can
Verse KRS-One
is the scientific extra-prolific terrific mystic metaphysic, no gimmick type lyric When you hear it or me, runnin through the scrimmages You see images, affecting your sight to you go (Yo there he is! No there he is!) No he is Rockin your superiors, in your hardest Your lyrical are inferior because your video that they cheer for ya I'll take care of ya, quickly, cause I cannot it weak head needs to be decapitated Cause you it If your was caffeine, well you're now decaffeinated You scream but it's the end of your career 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 ass rappers better go rewrite your album O.C. in the house, KRS in the house, New York in the house, yeah BDP in the house, YEAH...