(feat. Rock (Heltah Skeltah))



[Illa Noyz]

For no apparent reason, I jump up and beat ya

Wit the sound tryin to live through your receiver out ya speaker

Sit back, relax, you need to take a breather

Kick it wit my body and soap bake it like Adida

Standard operatin procedure, smoke this reefer

Keep it off the meat racker, coke hinges walls and the meter

No why's either, like a phone heater, known to heat up

Grade A beef, then chop shit like a meat cleaver

The Black Caesar's a gat squeezer, I'm sure to see ya

Word to life, my ministry reach ya just like a preacher

See how I freak the, sleeper, swifter than Jeter

Pull card charge, anywhere like Visa, stay Peter



[Chorus: Rock]

Now we heard about a lot of niggas sleepin, they sleepers

In this rap shit, can't nobody beat us

Peep the, Illa Noyz had it through your speakers

Line your fleet up, No Y-Z, turn the degrees up



[Illa Noyz]

To all non believers, dick in your mouth

Some say they like busy tone when phones off the receiver

Do this shit at my leisure, your future's bleaker

Feel the effects of the sleeper, without ether

Capable to peep ya, impostor in the bleacher

Through telekinetic, he gone like etonic speaker

Genius like Peter, I spit amazin feat-a

Nigga better put me on, like Adam over Eve-a

You be happy like you hit the bolleta for six figgas

Label me as special guest reeker, known to freak ya

Shit hotter than your hottest fever

And you see a, nigga turn more heads than Ike

Turn the head of Tina, make ya seen a

Cause me to get the street sweeper

The dumb deaf I'll blind, cuz I'm my brother's keeper

This man eater, turn MC's to bleaters

Ain't shit sweeter, as we go it just get deeper

Neither you or your crew either, can freak the sleeper

Leave up to No Y-Z, fuck talkin bout beaver



[Chorus: Rock]

Aiyo we got industry up in the fiend lock sleeper

In this rap shit, can't nobody beat us

Peep the, Illa Noyz had it through your speakers

No Y-Z'll eat a ton wack MC's up, what?

I know you punk MC's be sleepin, sleepers

In this rap shit, can't nobody beat us

Peep the, Illa Noyz had it through your speakers

Line your fleet up, No Y-Z, turn the degrees up



[Illa Noyz]

Last word to mamacita, I put niggas in sleeper

Hold the flow be ill, peep the frequent Caesar

Chief the standards of a true MC bro'

You see ya, style, cuz Duck in two thou', no I suggest either

Note to quote son, causin convertors like seizure

Shook one, shakin it close to pussy like urethra

Grim Reaper in the form of the sleeper, release the

New high life filled for the agony of defeater

Without the skeezer mic, I use to mistreat ya

You can't relinquish this pain, wit no stress for neither



[talking]



[Chorus: Rock]

We got this industry up in the fiend lock sleeper

In this rap shit, can't nobody see us

Peep the, Illa Noyz had it through your speakers

No Y-Z'll eat a ton wack MC's up, what?

I know you punk MC's be sleepin, sleepers

In this rap shit, can't nobody see us

Peep the, Illa Noyz had it through your speakers

My nigga Illa, No Y-Z, turn the degrees up