(feat. Black Thought , Ill-Advised , Malik B. , Rasheed)



[Ill Advised]

What, too many thugs on mic's, bought to show ya niggas

Lightnin strikes, in the same place twice

Put on my game face like Rice, till my name in lights

Pain and price, game tight, put this train in flight

The baby black catalyst, wanna battle this, miraculous

Flow, like Jesus chain watered the wine and marriages

Averages sixty points a game, on point like cactuses

Flippin the spatulas, on all ya wack rap amateurs

What, don't even step in my circumference, we dump shit

Pump it, 30/30 til ya pump doin gun clips

The gun clips spit the verbal, once flip

Cause a few to rise, do the styles, that's on some shit

Sware to God, on my unborn, I be the one on

Ninety three million miles away, stars kept the sun warm

Sizzlin, fuck the Jews grizzlin, Crystal's Christenin

I'm dissin em, they ain't spittin it, we ain't listenin

They vision been blurred, can't recall when occurred

When herb made words, we verbin thirty-third to third

Fuck what you heard, who preferred? Fly's or bird?

Wit the nerve to serve emcees to the stage to the curb

Leave no witnesses, no clues to rip this shit

Baby black wit the gift to spit ridiculous

West Philly streets to Brooklyn, on Saint Nicholas

Who number one when I hit ya list



[Rasheed]

Who number one, have the squads ever tied toe, tied toe

Other crew them other tied toe, tied toe

So them other emcee, tied toe, tied toe

Illaphilf, we outta nitro, what, what, what

We outta dung-dung-di-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-di

Diggy-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-di

Remember the name of the crew, if they gonna be phifey

Remember the name of the crew, they call a



[Black Thought]

Yo down by a law, you must be talkin bout me

It's the B-L-A-C-K, T-H-O-U-G-H-T

By these schooly crowd niggas, show them how to emcee

Ya I'm sayin, representin, we comin outta SP

Check it out, we take you a stab lower, approach closer

Hold it down to the utmost, my mic toast ya

Illa-Fifth, illa vibe, illadel adrenaline

Sound waves leavin you tremblin, as we begin again



[Malik B]

Aiyo, I'm tryin to get this cash in abundance

Redundantly, I represent the rugged done D

The crack cost money, but yo the try's free

I wack a MC, for tent out or step me

Now test me, give you a once or compin the swine

Dump you wit the fifth emblem, leave ya niggas tremblin

Then ya realize, the kiss of death pull up in 'em

To minimize ya half ass freeze, you wack ass leaves

My rap leaves a thug full of poisonous back feeds

Test ya whole attire, empire on fire

I strike right back, sick, or ya might not clap

We get the whole round of applause, son get the jaws



[Chorus: all]

From the South to the West

To the East to the North

To, if, find la son, the land of the lost

Go off, disturbin order, 5 mics in The Source

Queens City, Roots Crew, it's yours...