Internationally known,
worldwide respected.
These old home cake niggas running up to us and *
talking about,
man,
y'all think y'all should come this way.
Talk about this, talk about that.
You talk about that, nigga.
You know what I'm saying?
* you, nigga, what you doing?
You're coming with a hot bitch, homie.
* you.
This is money, nigga.
I'll remember the days when cats tried to play me.
Tried to harm my back and tried to betray me.
The low pitch can switch quick, we get sick.
The two niggas known as the lottery drive picks.
Planet A's been razzed with 427.
Here to give you young cats a rap lesson.
Never run with cash to pack those gags.
And never trust a nigga that can't keep track.
Too extreme with this, we can't be stopped.
* around with this, you might get robbed.
My *'s been known to crack those bones.
An enemy cat thinking we soft is dead wrong.
We be coming with * to keep y'all lit.
Spit flames, nigga, I'm doper than Rick James.
I call names like it's the first day of school.
Pete knew my camp was built for the champs.
We laugh like it ain't * to do.
We be riding the spot so we can shred like Roof.
Get rid of them C's like redwood trees.
* that respect,
nigga,
I want G's. Bust fatal whenever we on the turntable.
Stick cable to girls to leave them unstable.
Cats know how we get down, we spit limes.
Now deal with that, motherfucker.
Pattern after the Palestinian.
427, arched like West Indian marksmen.
To start brings a stiff competition.
This is not an audition,
more like a sight into our mission.
Encouraging possible, waited on the gospel.
Mr. Hater ain't got a bed made at the hospital.
And if the gal fits the script,
then put it on ya and break out your passport.
Cause we can tell that you's a foreigner.
Corner to the foreigner, hot, skipping the junk.
Glock for the block, pistol grip, pump.
Sawed off shotgun in the trunk.
Planet A's, you got the pep in the skunk.
And Raph, don't give a * what you thought.
Learn how to lyric for the fart and keep the mic caught taut.
Like the wire tight, giant's mic towering high.
Rooftop, the court yard.
Foundation is to work hard.
Soundstaking, you need some kind of groundation.
Now you know you done * up.
What y'all want from us?
We live life like you never think twice.
We roll the dice, never nothing nice.
For science, we spit lyrics.
Something for real so we can touch y'all spirit.
What y'all want from us?
We live life like you never think twice.
We roll the dice, never nothing nice.
For science, we spit lyrics.
Something for real.
Ay yo, metal heavy head rush, rugged *.
My lab bust the ugliness.
Pure loveliness, extravagant.
Rap analyst, black rap vandalist.
Challenges get blown like cannabis plotted on the slight calendars.
And ran from San Francisco to Los Angeles.
I spit the flow, the hits get dope.
The weed, the hoes, spit the folk.
My * should float, cause I ripped the show.
Split the perfecto,
my *'s raunchy,
yours is retro.
I finesse flows,
four niggas until the breath blows.
Rascal, planet A, far patch.
You're half-assed trash,
you'll get smashed fast without a pass.
Pass the mic, my niggas getting cast tonight.
To last the night,
y'all niggas need asthma pipes.
Don't * around with Cali agents,
boy,
you must be sick.
I'm a top dollar,
scholars in this hostile environment.