smart You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme makin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt MC's are grounded, pounded down, astound They rounded up, pounds of sounds, but
anybody from any crew Because i did it to Chaka, i'm a do it to you I'm a show ya how i rocked it y'all all night long But when i rock with Chaka Khan
rock it in '83 Drank up all the Kool-Aid at the block party Used to wish I could break the Rock Steady Wash this be the brown shoe on TV But now it'
can't wield the steel It takes many many moons, to create tunes But loons assume that half past noon They'll have rap down pat, but it's wack You must
we work it out?" Hey, the House of Hits, we work it out Where's that place we work it out? Hey, the House of Hits, we work it out And when it's time
When it comes to rock, give it all we got To be MC's, we got what it takes Let the poppers pop and the breakers break We're cool cool cats, it's like
funk quick, three thousand data sound Floss your campaign, your man with champagne Nothin to do, catch the freak spot when it rain Get out the lane bro, it
MC's look at me with red eyes DJ's don't understand my sound is too new He can't feel it on the felt; he say he'll make it a hit if I give him a Rolls
Stinkin' movin', my whole crew is comin' through Yeah I see maxi curls (Yeah) Players, activator I see maxi curls (Yeah) Remote control alligators 'Bout it, 'bout it
me about that fuckin shit again I ain't doin that type of shit (I ain't doin that shit) You motherfuckers think I'm crazy right? (Yeah you crazy) I know, but
when I lifted you out your shoes It was the pressure from the twenty gage(the twenty gage) Felt like it could split your chest whide open wit it Well
we got it Don't make me blast at 'cha But if ya come short buncha No Limit Soldiers dirty dance wit'cha [Chorus 2Xs] [Magic] It's a WAR!! But I in da
Jones] Life's filled with graaaay.... But now, it comes clean.. Leaves fall, awaaaaaay... Hip-hop is playing again And it's bangin, toooo.... Know it'
of his life, till he fades out The liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out So many ways out the hood but no signs say out Mental slave house
gonna make it plain and simple, there's no comp Yeah, I said it, so whatcha gonna do about it? The Kid Capri is super dope, I just gotta shout it The
kids on the wagon I'm not the 12 stepper Don't play me like a lepper My mic sounds nice But it's not salt-n-pepa Well, it's the man with the plan To
You got it, you got it, you got it You got it, you got it, you got it Get up everybody and listen to this rhyme My name is Everlast and yo, I'm always