(feat. Nish Raawks, Spidahman)



[SPIDAHMAN]

Here it is! Bam!

And y'all say "oh fuck!", this be a cold cut

Show love whenever the flow bust

Mash up the whole club, people in the line try door rush

People in they rides doing donuts

Pushin' poems in the domes of groupies givin' up that 'chocha'

To the independent mommas who got they own stuff

Even white girls with no butts

I unload one in the domes of nine to fiver survivors

To the heads huggin' the corners, this is for the

Big blingin' ballers or the backpackin' purists

Who say "The Source" sucks

Whether you smoke up or hold cups

It started as a slow buzz, now we roll up

Treat the industry like they owe us

Don't front, you know who this is…

Mo-no-lith!



[CHORUS]

This is hip-hop! Yep, yep the real deal

Talkin' 'bout microphones and the wheels of steel

This is hip-hop! B-boys and graf bombin'

If you ain't up to rep then you best pass on it

This is hip-hop! Fly ladies and gents

Comin' out to the clubs and the major events

This is hip-hop! Underground and commercial

The same shit that builds us kills us…



[NISH RAAWKS]

You'll never catch Nish posin' in some flashy-ass get up

Cuz I'm fed up with people who listen to what they see and not hear

So I snear and appear looking pissed

As I breathe in the mist and as you bangin' on your chest with your fist

I insist on rollin' my own, can't wait a turn

So tell me to go to hell cuz all I wanna do is burn

I live to learn and earn the things that I need

To succeed at a successful speed, best believe in Nish

I explode like a cist on a boxer's fist

The death wish leaving whole cities dissed in this

I'm the rap yellow plague, spreading sickness

So if you sound like bitches, you gonna leave the cyph dickless

The difference is you listen while I study

I'm in the studio while you're freestyling drunk with one of your buddies

It's more than just a fashion and flashin', it's passion with tongue lashin'

You know my crew so stop askin'!



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[DAN-E-O]

This is Mo-no-lith!

Definition: an unbreakable rock, no knots and no rifts

You mocked and you quipped that my flock is the pits

We watched and we hawked while you talked all your shit

Now we clockin' you with lyrics that's hotter than wires is

In stolen kinds of whips and faulty kitchen appliances

Got it down to a science it's your three royal heinesses

How petrifying this Dan, Spi and Nish alliance is

You find it crisp that you got this new identity

But since elementary school, my status was celebrity

Cuz I had this tendency: always rap offensively

And dent MC's using talent shows as my weaponry

True lyricist necessities

I got 'em covered like conspiracies and priest's sexual histories

CDs: 20 bucks, 30 for the live hypeness

Experiencing mics ripped like this: Priceless!



[CHORUS]