We're called Whistle, we're here to rule My mother didn't raise no fool I'm KD, I'm Jazz, and Silverspin is the chief And this record is called Rest in Peace I am the treble, and K is the bass And every time we start the rhyme, we gon' rock the place And I don't mean this like it's sweet, but we're that good And if you don't believe it, baby, knock on wood Cause if you listen to the speakers, they're about to bust And we're going to rock the party cause it's all about us And if you don't like the party and you start to beat Then we'll make sure you rest in peace Attention, let's face the facts And if you don't want to listen, we'll break your back Cause we're Whistle, and we're that bad It's all about you, we silver knees and jazz We're stupendous and we're unique And we can clock a flag on any time we speak And if you feel the need to start to beat Then we'll make sure you rest in peace We're called Whistle, we're here to rule My mother didn't raise no fools, I'm KD, I'm And this record is called Rest in Peace My vernacular expression will bring confusion If you can't decipher what I relate And if your mental span is primitive Then I find no reason why you should stay My way of speaking will jazzle you If you can't distinguish vocabulary Because I won't speak any type of slang Or gangsta terminology I'll express my opinions in a civil type of way Although it might cause disrespect Because you have no type of intelligence I think your mind suffers from a very sad neglect Now I'll disassemble and reconstruct My rhymes and voice to make some sense And if you object to that, my man Then plain and simple, you must be dead Now I'm buggin' Hey, I'm Kudu B And I do be the one that you wanna be Am I assuming, or am I wrong? Are these speakers too small, or my voice too strong? It's not my fault, it's the mics that we get And the volumes on the mixes Give me respect, and the amps Ask me to whisper and speak Very softly as I say in tongue putter-like Simple time is sold, Sally swayed suit Super Sally so severe, now she thinks it's super cute Stupid Celeste sells out some silk So time it seems secluded, so he serves himself some milk Cecil C. Shaw sell the 17s Seeking 16s, Sam is the goat with nine Ps Sally seen Cecil, so she tried to scheme When Cecil seen Sally, he sure not scream All MC's back up off the DJs, but we won't brag Let's overfinish his death, most definitely brag He's downright debunked, he's definitely number one His scratch is so sweet, he makes his ladies go If he was money, he would be a bundle If he was a biscuit, he would never crumble As a football player, he would never rumble We know he's the best player, heck, he's humble Others have tried, tripped, and stumbled Fell on their face and stumbled and tumbled Took me on our back, cause they don't wanna rumble Say it to our face, they can't, they mumble Talk to me Talk to me Talk to me Aye, yes or no?