Verse One: Scoob

Hah hahhey heylaugh now nigga
My man s right behind youKane pull the trigger
I don t playI m from the hill where shit is real
And I ll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield
So bring your grip or you can think twice
Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I m hitting hardoh wordI m gon rock it
Once the shit dropsthat s dough to the pocket
I cut handyou still can t get no cards
You couldn t deal with Scoob if we was playin cards
But if I got beef and it s time for code red
My drill is like a hoeand be takin mad niggaz to bed
So hurry up and skedaddle
Even if you join a armyyou still couldn t battle
So where you from? Englandyou somebody great?
You burnin Scoob"I don t think so mate"
I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
I have your friends "Ah-hah manthat shit ain t dope"
Leave me alone when I m rocking on the microphone
and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome
Yo Sauceif you re down with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and won t ya show and prove

Verse Two: Sauce

Heyhere I come with a slick raptic tac toe
When I flip tracksso gimme my dickback
I flow to it and through itif you ever need to wonder
how you got dope like Saucemoney you didn t do it
I write my own with bigger hopedrink of Scope
Wrote what I figurednopedamn you dig a nigga doe
Rhymes too drasticbastardpull hookers like elastic
N-B-A stylefann-tastic
No time to bitebut I just mighttonight I write left-handed
cuz I liketo grab my dick with my right
Who could ever say that I don t get plenty play
Win Lose or DrawI m bookin whoresanyway
As I get ready I m steady if I go crazy I d take Eddie
if I was FredI think I d have to bone Betty
Suckin and luckinheyniggaz I m duckinnay
Nada no never meaning ain t no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get fast
Try to get past when I blastand you can HAND over your ass
One line and that s fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheimif your down with the groove
Get on the mic it s time to show and prove

Verse Three: Shyheim

Yoyo
I spark the mic like weed that s in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me outas I flip this here track kid
And make mad noise like a Metallica record
I m psychoa villain to the styles I be killin
when I m thrustedand all competition gets dusted
Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If your shit stinks I ma flush yathen bust ya
Like a crazy man from Cali son
My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rallywhat?
You know my styleI put the F in effin foul
The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle
And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba
More Super than CatI m the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddyif you re down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won t ya show and prove

Verse Four: Big Daddy Kane

Now tell me whoooo is the mannnn?
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And steppin to methinkin I can be touched? Huh
Not even Michael Jordan ll gamble that muchyo
I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it
I come for your title kidrun it!
Or else get hit with the ultimatetoo legit skit
Ahh yeahthat s that shit
Drop lyrics on yastrong as ammonia
That is I thrown yascold yaJones yaI tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known yafake as a cubic zirconia
What did I just show yareal lyrics doggone ya
Look inside my rap book at every text my man
and see that I gotmore essays than the Mexican
The Messiah that s feared greatleavin rappers in a weird state
Scared straightfor their prepared fate
Strong as an elephantintelligentcompelling and elegant
So well in it with every single element
And competition gets none! Huh
If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn t give me no run
I see the way you re trying to get to me
but with with speech impedi-mentman you gotta come better G
You re hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldn t last a minute with
The non-resistablenon-competible
No-No-I m-Not-Sayin-I m-The-BestI m just sayin I m fuckin incredible!
And let s just make one more thing understood
That if I FART on a recordTRUST me nigga it ll sound good
So Jay-Zif you re down with the groovemy mellow
Get on the mic it s time to show and prove

Verse Five: Jay-Z

Uhone checkin it twocheckin it three
Check out the Jcheck out the Acheck out the Ycheck out the Z
Hey G!
I m breaking MC s up like EPMD
And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me
I m buckwild with stylesta-dow
I ve been in it runnin a hundred miles I m well endowedbaby gal
Uhhthe greatest nigga to touch ityou niggaz can t fuck with
Theincredible skills of the G from Brooklynbig up kid
And ain t no eatin me upyou fast fuckin with jigga
I m like Prince jeansI bring the ass out a nigga
When I rock it it s in the pocketbaby mop it don t knock it
till you try itonce you startyou can t stop it
I m the cocky breedI m dope like poppy seed
I live one rent from besides that be
between get off my dick and stop jockin me
When I bust a rhyme you re diggin the sound
I know you lovin the way it sgoin down baby
So Ason huhif you re down with the groovewhy don t ya
Get on the mic and show and prove

Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard

Come on
Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm
Rain on your college assdisco dorm
Slippery when wet and don t you ever forget
You couldn t get a FLICKof the hype outfit
Because the way that I dress this style mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream "OW!"
Whether at a party or just in bed
All thoughts on Asonkeep that in your head
Yuhmy beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I ll be like "Well god damn what s the recipe?"
I don t knowI ask my momma she don t know
she says "GO ASK YOUR GOD DAMNED FATHER!"
It s all about me in the place to be
Niggas thing they all thatyothat shit is G
Mad game and it s a motherfucking shame
How many enemies wanna claim the name
Of Asonwho carries on like a manager
YO!SOUNDS FLY RIGHT? DANGER!!!

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