Don't play dumb You're not ignorant of its happening Us cool sexy seniors Involved in illegal game trafficking Guns to our heads The Katsu clan
York Angie Martinez Grandmixer DST, yeah, Grandwizard Theodore Grandmaster Flash, I'm a take it all the way back Run-D.M.C., LL Cool J, Ralph McDaniels
in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school It was cool till your man MC Sham came through And said that Puma's The Brand 'cause the clan makes troops
as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up He got jumped
what a gwaan These are the things righteous people a scorn Prophets a ring the alarm Tell the heads of government fi cool and fi calm And if you live
head off Keep on gunnin' cuz of what they said Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head Scalp a skinhead quick And your greasy-ass triple clan and shit
? Run's house! [Run] Ah, once again my friend Not a trend for then They said, rap was crap But never had this band Till the ruler came With a cooler
that this, with a flick of the wrist will be kid not dissed at the top of the list [Run-D.M.C.] So go a-head, and stand, check out the man With a clan
meds higha dan Angel pon heaven's wire, Burn dem with di hell's fyah, Wah prostitute and virgin have in common? Empire! Dem waan come inna mi bed fi cool
meds higha dan Angel pon heaven's wire, Burn dem wit di hell's fyah, Wah prostitute and virgin have in common? Empire! Dem waan come inna mi bed fi cool
C. y'all soft and shook Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM And back heads down every time we sing Give us a hundred grand for a show
? [ ROUND 1: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head
all out the pen You sold crack to hell and back Whoever would have thought you could fail at that Bein' broke ain't never been cool And it ain't no
Funkmaster Flex, is down with us KRS-One, he's down with us The Wu-Tang Clan is down with us Busta Rhymes you know he's down with us Naughty and Fat
in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school It was cool till your man M C Sham came through And said that pumas the brand 'cuz the clan makes troops
hook W.T.C. y'all soft and shook Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM And back heads down every time we sing Give us a hundred grand
pushed my head down, cause I ain't know, word yo And since then neither religious or christian, but I keep the faith in Him Plus the desert eagle clan
And I insist that this, with a flick of the wrist Will be kid not dissed at the top of the list So go a-head, and stand, check out the man With a clan
