(feat. A.G.) 



[Hook: Scratched] 

"They don't know" 

"The meaning of a real rap song" 

"It's the principle of it" 

"Never coming wack" 

"Yeah I thought so" 

"But ain't nothing changed" 

"Got to be that way" 

"Ready to rock" 

"AG so act like you know" 

"You can spark this" [x1] 



[A.G.:] 

Catch me in Philly flowin', beats goin' cruise the ghetto 

Rocked my show in a jersey, blue and yellow 

Stash in the backseat, ass in the backseat 

Straight dimes can't front, sometimes it's chopped meat 

Let the gods eat, cause that's the way it's gotta be 

My mob's deep, bringing the Havoc like Prodigy 

my squad keep mad heat cause there's a lotta beef 

they wanna see me rest put three in my chest 

but I'm restless, see it's my turn to shine 

let me bless this my debut in 89' 

never exit, cause that's the way it has to be 

I'm talking no gimmicks, no limits like Master P 

My faculty, actually backing me 

Holding gats for me, throwing gats for me 

Like I blast for them 

Why you after them asking them about the beef with me? 

I get you smoked like the leaky leak 

And bounce in the 740, like Sammy and Gotti did Heavy Paulie 

There's a meaning to this like in every story 

But this one is over bitches drugs and territory 

So where my hoes at? 

See me laying raps for Ready Rock and I'm the dirty dancer 

Catch ballin' for Philly like the Answer, for me there really is no answer 

Watch the rest get scorched, A dash and smash emcees and step off 



[Hook 2: Scratched] 

"They don't know" 

"The meaning of a real rap song" 

"Simple and plain" 

"Got to be that way" 

"Never coming wack" 

"It's the principle of it" 

"The meaning of a real rap song" [x1] 



[Chief Kamachi:] 

Wild like the style of stone cyphers and senseis 

Djays that let it spin say, ain't too many lyricists that they can play 

In this jungle I walk a warriors blood on my kente 

Celebrate with a dreaded belly dancer named Amenche 

Smoke 7 L's, ???? ash wednesday 

I'm half street, half spiritual, half sane, half hysterical 

It's the section 8 egyptian, ex-christian 

That's writing my own parables 

They like he got some kinda mind, able to break down they sonic signs 

And at the same time cook up some of the finest dimes 

If I gotta resort to that 

I role with niggas that bailed out under alias 

And never been back to court for that 

Kamach and AG don't ask me nigga of course it's fat 

Don't look for seeds just scorch the sack 

Don't wanna hear you heard about my record 

Support the wax 

From shell tops doin' the hell bop to corporate stacks 



[Hook 3: Scratched] 

"They don't know" 

"The meaning of a real rap song" [x2]