Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.
's night, open the only book with the only poem I can read... In blood I sign my name and seal the midnight with a tear. Burn the paper, every line for
for pound. Round for round. We knock em down. Now if you think you got them hands. And nigga that's the plan. I'm a knock yo a** down like the black Jackie
a rim shatterin dunk Now u wanna be thuggish ruggish So im a let a slug hit And call you broken bone And if u got a crew Im a name em after you
trapped like Otis and Carter wild like a Shaolin child from Mariners Harbor king devine forced to shine head burst open like a bottle of Pine use penmenship
I repeat, my name over beats I binge on the finer things, you cringe in defeat Escalation, elevation to another plateau Sometimes ya take a few steps
I repeat, my name over beats I binge on the finer things you cringe in defeat Escalation, elevation to another plateau Sometimes it take a few steps back
He needed money I would always come through Needed a car he could use mine too But bust this Out on the street People say he was riffin' Callin' me a
consider this I can make a rhyme comlicated as a puzzle Dangerous and as violenl as a pit bull in a muzzle But this record is for radio s-t-e-r-e-
all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse [Buckshot] Let's take a walk through Crown Heights Steppin through the city at night, with the ? and two mic Form a
bustin' a male, so I can wet y'all Took a while 'fore I ball Wanted for eight or nine murder's and spoke came For cocaine, raw game, another die for what
[Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke Go on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke [Repeat 4x] [Verse
don't give a F word about you I do me leave us alone Why don't you do you and go hump a clone Get it? Aye, another damn thing You'll never see me care
' pretty Asked around you got a Range, boy I been had wheels Aiyyo you think you gotta little change, yeah my dirties love me truly I remember you use
's come to my house They want a contract, get signed up But like toys they need a good wind-up Then the other suckers, sayin' no names Rap on the mic and use