Its Over Now

I want some Brand Nubian
Pac and Rakim, Biggie, Nas
Really dont make emcees like they used to
Freestyle Fellowship, D.O.C, Pharaoh Monch
Jay, Ahmad, and Thought from the Roots crew

Thats a hood, whos who, now what you dudes do
Make a wack album, pay Lil Jon do two
Dope beats for the streets to introduce you
But you weak , we know he got heat, what you do?

Sick of hype, homie is you tight or boo boo
Im precise with mine dun diced a few fools
Got stripes for serving on mics you new to
From the life where if you aint nice we boo you

Boo hoo go head cry if you wanna
What you gots not hot they rock mine every corner
Homie cant see me if he try he a goner
Plus he must be smoking that Thai Marijuana

Its over now I told yall its over now
We off in them Range Rovers now
It wont stop but its over now
Its over now I told yall its over now
We got money to fold up now
It dont stop but its over now

Ahmads going through a carpenter phase
Carving up stages
And mic's with tight rhymes sharper than razors
Fools talk so often Im made to

Defeat these MCs in three's
Like Stojakovic, Peja
See whatever you got and Ill raise ya
Man who you kidding

Poppin your lip then hit me back when I page ya
With it whenever whatever
Im too clever youll never
Do nothing to my crew ever

We heavyweights to you feathers
Paragraphs to letters
We the Jags you Jettas
You backspins we more advanced like Capoeira

Avenue band stands apart where fans set us
Yall loose
We tighter than Bruce Bruces sweaters
Rocked with top sellers

So hot they got jealous
Haters pop a lot we not gon stop fellas
Every rhymes divine we shine 'cause God lets us
Grindin till we platinum lying in Barbados

Its over now I told yall its over now
We off in them Range Rovers now
It wont stop but its over now
Its over now I told yall its over now
We got money to fold up now
It dont stop but its over now