I'm from Brooklyn, New York City
 I be the Earth motherin', smotherin' MC's
 Sha Queen covering 360 degrees

 See I blow like the wind when I flow to this song
 Cause a riot like Kaiser like that then I'm gone

 I bring the fire burn it down to the ground
 Think of dissin' me, Kane will leave that ass rotisserie (What)

 Earth, wind, fire we be those elements
 It's evident, as we come to represent

 [Sha-Queen]
 I feel the need to get iller than
 All these fuckin' wack Mc's, realest Bitch that ever been
 Dropped the hit single that was flying through the roof
 I'm lyrical living proof, you can't handle the truth
 After you heard me spit, still convinced that you ill
 Who you tryin' to fool me or yourself, bitch for real
 Everybody know the deal, you ever get a hunch
 To fuck around with Sha-Queen, then I know you out to lunch
 Break that meaning down, that means disturbed in your mental
 And that's absurd, I kick the illest shit you ever heard
 Every rhyme to the last line and pronouns and verbs
 Too hard to see with your two eyes, then check with your third
 My frequency's not tainted with thoughts of whores
 That can only get raw on all fours, with sore back doors
 Precisely, far from your average girl
 So, sit back and shut the fuck up, cause Sha rules the world, word

 [A.B. Money]
 Listen there was a man in Brooklyn, New York City
 Where the guys are fly and the ladies looking pretty
 I'm a let you know, that stuff you pop is junk
 Cause when I flow, it's the flava of the month

 Hold up don't worry about nothin', tot shit in a smash like crash dummies
 This fast money, make me wanna fuck around and blast money
 I heard your spot makes a lot and give you props
 This deal is hot, runnin' from the cops'll get you shot
 But don't sweat it, dry them niggas up like prunes
 The war's on like Platoon
 Shot through a crowd like a cartoon
 Rappin' is fundamental, that's right, re-arranger
 Hit you like Mortal Kombat, you in danger
 I got the chronic, six million bionic
 This rap shit make me wanna scream like Onyx
 I'm comin' through, that's right I'm gonna split ya
 Soul survivors on this track, we comin' to get ya
 Woop, woop, five-o's comin' in the exit
 Keys jinglin', nine danglin' to wreck shit
 Step into my cypher, haven't you ever heard a
 Throwin four five six, ceelo, to one twenty third a

 Chorus:
 Earth, wind & fire you bout to learn
 We can make the world turn, or make the world burn
 The three deadly elements for your concern
 Cause anything you want up out of life you got to earn
 Repeat

 See now bring it brother well, well

 [Big Daddy Kane]
 Since hip-hop genesis, I been at this in the mix
 In Bed Stuy tenements, rippin' rappers endless
 But I won't sit and dwell upon the things I been had
 Instead I appear, and take your fuckin' spot like Sinbad
 Now, tell me who shall be first to suffer crucial
 If you don't know defeat then allow me to introduce you
 So how you want it, coming through beatin' ya down
 Watching disaster strike when Busta Rhymes ain't even around
 The Prince of Darkness be that one man
 That made them Al B Sure lookin' niggas get a sun tan
 What I drop should not be followed by anyone else
 At times I'm scared to kick a second verse after myself
 As I proceed, followers take heed
 I made many men bleed, I made hairlines recede
 This rap skill here, I destined for a mill-aire
 And this is one ass whippin' you will wear, you still here?

 Chorus: repeat 2X