Yo Reggie, I'm out

T-ree F Squad

Muddy Waters

Don't get it twisted, nigga Aiyyo everybody in this mother***er will get touched

*** such and such, I roll tight like handcuffs

Rock that ass to sleep with discrete techniques

I beez that, freak of the week like I made knee deep Hold up, rotate around the solar, badder than cobra

Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps folgers

I'm sauteein MC's with fried rice up in the wok

Without the MSG and chopped celery See, I made it, my flavor situated

From the nickel plated mic that's hot, to leave your brain inflated

Plus, I'm thick like quakers on papers

Bodacious MC's get turned to lower cases Letterin' and the medicine, that I'm swallowin'

Get you hollerin', like Marvin Gaye when his father shot him

In the chest, I roll with two stacks of tecs

And mad niggaz and sess that I roll up in your rest Mister fantastic's crafted, with no 52nd ass kick

When I'm blasted, my method magics get drastic

That you can't see with bifocals

Watchin' MC's go up and down like stock brokers I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills that's milk

That's rougher than jeans that Gloria Vander-bilt

I'm poppin' mad ***, plus I can back it

Your man'll be like, yo, get that dust off yo' jacket It ain't a test or quiz that my squad can't win

Those who know the biz, know we wreck kids get biz

Y'all digest multiple stab wounds to the chest

And I copycat kill the rest, with no method to my madness Plus the apparatus with the baddest

Determined to be the last man, standin' on the planet

Y'all get attached, like a blood-suckin' leech

When you fall into my rhythm of speech Your hands get embraced with a touch of the bass

Head get wrapped up neck get throwin' in a neck brace

Rough rhyme mechanical, lyrical at it who?

Will ironically, chronically murder you and your crew My directive, through where I live, is kinda primitive

See I get to the bottom of the problem and make *** give

Step in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the master

Cast to the masses grabs the mic

Ten dollar rappers is what L.O.D. goes after To my squad, there's no matches, we bashes

Do photo flashes on all flavor s-classes

Bomb attack on wax, lyrical mini mac to your back

Tie you up, throw you in the act

A public figure, who walks around with a gin of jigger

'Cause I gives a *** about another nigga, word up Muddy waters, yo this is the way that my intro should go

Drunk slow funk flow for Reggie Noble

*** with me doe, Mally G doe it's not logic

Playin' that big *** get broke down microscopic Freak it back keep the track ringin', with the bassline

It's major when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine

Face the nine I lace your spine with short fat pace

Around and round, avoidin' the time to put it down Now's the time here yeah, clown where, pick a spot

Neutral grounds or not, we give a ***, lick a shot

Gangsta, so called killin', cap peelin'

Playalistic, I mean is all that *** realistic Play your cards God, black keep your hand held tight

Night fall might call your life, *** is trife

On these evil streets after dark

Niggaz gettin' sparked left and outlined in chalk New day, this whole ***'s twisted is it man

It's me bombin' on these niggaz ***list and Mally G

Open your eyes to see, recognize who be a G

Hopin' to ride in the, industry with E The villain's had it cause ahead, word up yeah

Killin my psychosomatic pattern mad, yeah

Y'all know, uhh, yeah, muddy waters

We out for nine-seven, word up, peace