[Verse 1 - Stage They call me Bad when my eyes are squinted of the 70s and the 80s was in it Lost the homeboy in the 9-0 and liable To get the gun at 5-0, I'm tribal I'm a place where the *niggas* are jelly And pretend to be friend and put one your belly And you can keep on yelling, the won't come You want beef, we got burgers and then We the era when we learned on our own Runnin wild in the streets both parents at home Kind of hard to a young un alone - caused we was crewed up Taggin on the walls taught wars and chewed up
[Verse 2 - St. Slim] Now I don't about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune By taking small things and blowing em out of Using sarcasm as my language Look mom I'm famous, I mean I'm You say you write your best rhymes when you I say I write my best cause I'm fly is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota nice If you my CD I will give you special price Haha, take Trummond's St. Paul the best homie, none of its hype So please lil asshole, your mouth closed 'Fore your be like "Look at my son, he out cold"
[Verse 3 - Messiah] You could I'm focused by the look in my eye You could see I'm dirty by how clean my is You know I the truth, I got no reason to lie Hey, like I tell my chicks "You got a lotta kick it" All I'm do is get a piece of the pie And these bricks into a legit business Now run along and go home to your And leave me and Slug to play with these bitches You know I spit the sickness since syphilis Mixed with malaria, fuck it, the the merrier B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in area Messiah uh huh, hello America
4 - YZ] Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo what the is new? I'm wit Atmos and the crew To do this you need style, I thought you It's not a diss, yo just my point of view Maybe if I turn sideways, y'all *niggas* lyrics my way instead of the highway Now getting ran over by and Land Rovers We starred, you sub par, send your man over Pardon, you gon' step to Spit phat, not shit stacked boy, it ain't no need to go there I rappers out, y'all scratch and pull hair
5 - Brother Ali] I hustle hard for the of god My life has been the biggest struggle for the bloody I up and throw the hands of my thug at heart So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I and shrug it off - the Big Brother's big brothers Catch is here to turn king to cutters trust it ain't no regular shit That's a polite asshole and a sensitive You think it was a party, not a Cadillac mosque, have a knack Dr. Dre Day rappers don't know how to act Remove em all from my like a cataract Poof! a magic act
6 - Toki Wright] Walk beats like DMC, three stripes Leaver be three strikes, visa need swipes DVDs, jeans clean, brush dandruff Mobile phones, suited loan, courted blown Chilling at the party in B-Boy And they looking at me funny, Cause they can't dance So I'm cutting up and up, I'm buttercup but just enough To lean on top of this metropolis binoculars Walk like a pimp, think like a Battle scars, also trynna figure out your Leave the cameras on, told ya partner that he can't Brought a torch to burn the building, he think I'ma it to him
7 - Blueprint] Yeah, yeah, I solemnly To fight the good fight as long as I'm But sometimes the good fight don't seem Cause all the soldiers we had ain't here gone now, we all on our own now And most of those left ain't got no You give em an inch try to take a whole mile Too overconfident to a low profile Pump brakes, stay in your lane A of fakes chasing fame I'll your face and take your chain Sit your 5 dollar ass down before I change
[Verse 8 - Break these chips down, count business Ain't free, it's a James Brown Christmas So god bless the now and give it To the sound of the drums while none of us it I treat Hip Hop a sport Stay on my game, put my on the court While you and get high some more Might explain why your can't find support Now catch me in the wit a whisky Chattin up a like I'm attractive and witty I have to dip to do my and get busy Why don't you come see me when I'm in your city?