(feat. Busta Rhymes, KRS-One)



[KRS-One]

Milk is an expression of dopeness.. heh HEH

Introducing Young Zee

KRS-One in the place to be



[Busta Rhymes]

HEY!! Ha hah

Yo, Busta Rhymes in the place  (That's right)

Ohhhh!  (It's me again boy)

Yo check me out, hey - YO!  (And I'm back!)

To my mannnnnnn, by the name of Young Zee

(Yeah, that's me!)

And the whole Outsidaz crew

(That's my niggaz!)

What the fuck you wanna do?  Hah, hey..

(Yeah YEH!)

Young Zee!  (Check me out) Destroy the par-ty!



[Young Zee]

Most the rappers in this party, tape sorry

I can beat they style if I kick rastafari

HEY BUMBA CLAAT BWOY, RUN YOUR ? ON

Yeah, the Outz be illin with KRS-One



[Young Zee + KRS-One]

And you can't rhyme, you're off time

You can't do, what the Young Zee do

He's not the one (I'm not the one) bo! (Yeah)

Jah wanna tell you he's not the one (I'm not the one)

Come again come again..

You can't rhyme, you're off time

(and) you can't do, what the Young Zee do

He's not the one (I'm not the one) bo!

Jah wanna tell you he's not the one

Come again come again come again come again



[Young Zee]

Yeah, I'm not the one to try to test from the door

I start whoopin niggaz ass with extension cords, pow

It's Young Zee, I get high off iz

and Make the Music With My Motherfuckin Mouth like Biz

to rip apart all clicks that got heart

Make em talk into my boot like Maxwell Smart

And I send clicks that try to diss me

(To the motherfuckin East Blackwards) like X-Clan you SISSY!

Bust up the jam and feel no guilt

And that's why motherfuckers call me Milk



[Audio Two: cut and scratched] "People call me Milk.."



[Young Zee: over scratches]

Ye-yeah!

One time for your mind..

All aboard!

Yeah.. yeah..



You fuck with me, I set up your family

Start the car moms, a bomb's in the Camry

Who Zee?  Me I put the crews in the floozy

Do em like Jackson, sweep em up by the twozies

No brain Brings the Pain like Tical

when I get buckwild and move my dial on your style

You kick the Mafia "can't be hit" stories

While I get your main {*censored*} the {**} bores me

(Give me a ??) by anyone that tags a hit

I'ma beat the streets crossin out they shit like Spitz

Zee ?? rules this train, H-Town, this is my town

Booty-ass rappers like you bring my high down

So when I rock give me props and hugs

'less we throwin on the boxin gloves

Then watch a whole damn click get kilt

lyrically by the nigga they be callin Milk



[Audio Two: cut and scratched] "People call me Milk.."



[Young Zee: over scratches]

Ha hah!  Yeah..

One time for your mind..

Yeah yeah, I'm Zee from the Outsidaz



[Young Zee + KRS-One]

And you can't rhyme, you're off time

You can't do, what the Young Zee do

I'm not the one (he's not the one) bo! (Yeah)

Jah wanna tell you he's not the one (I'm not the one)

Come again come again..

You can't rhyme, you're off time

You can't do, what the Young Zee do

I'm not the one (he's not the one) bo!

Jah wanna tell you he's not the one

Come again come again come again come again

Yeah..



[Audio Two: cut and scratched] "People call me Milk.."



[KRS-One]

Outsidaz (Outsidaz.. Outsidaz..)

Outsidaz..

Outsidaz.. Outsidaz!

(It's the..) Outsidaz!

Fresh, for nineteen-ninety-six..

you ssssssssssssssssssssssssssuckers