Oh shit (Oh shit)

Oh shit

Pass the mic to Gizmo





Oh shit, comin straight out the toilet

Take a rapper's rhyme that is fresh, then I spoil it

Tear the mic to shreds, put heads to beds

You wanna battle me? Huh, you're better off dead

Or arrested, these rhymes are manifested

Hip-hop, that's what I'm infected with

Shit motherfucker bum bitch ass nigga snitch

Stitches and stitches and stitches 

I'm from Godsville, I 

163rd is the worst so you better chill

Rest in Forest projects, give respect

Take you out in a sec, catch wreck

Cause I'm packed with a Tec-

9 mill, yeah, I shoot to kill

So be still cause I'm I'll, prepare to write your will

Motherfucker suckers who try to sound legit

Get flushed down the toilet just like a pile of shit



Oh shit (Oh shit)

Oh shit

Pass the mic to Saladeem





The rhyme is hard and I wrote you a part

From the beginnin to the endin I send my regard

To those who wanna dare, tell 'em what I said

Half of y'all will leave, but leave mentally dead

You're no good as a man, you're no good as a fan

And you're definitely no good with the mic in your hand

A true king's power rests behind the dome

But I'm a leave all that king stuff alone

I'm a self-made gettin-paid lover of rap

And I could crush the world in a finger snap

I eat MC's like a canibal, attack 'em like an animal

Take down whole empires like Hannibal

You don't want no beef and that's very understandable

MC's can't stand me, censors wanna ban me

No matter what you say or do, my fans demand me



Damn, Saladeem is wicked



Oh shit (Oh shit)

Oh shit

Pass the mic to Fat Joe





I'm the Fat Gangsta, the head honcho

My name is Fat Joe, never call me Pancho

Solid as a rock, bigger than a bolder

Y'all just one name that I put in my folder

Labeled a loser, cause I choose to

Beat that ass so bad people call me the bruiser

I'm sharp as barbwire, I wear fresh attire

You get lit up just like a forest fire

So stop sweatin me and jump off my jock

I mean my jimmy, my tip, my dick, my cock

My lines are humorous, so use some laughter

Your rhymes are played out, you old whipper snapper

Call me a thug, the color I'm wearin is black

My rhymes are dope, they stimulate you like crack

Not a myth, not a fifth, see I'll get you open

You be on 



Damn, motherfuckers is gettin wicked on this

That nigga Fat Joe

Word



Oh shit (Oh shit)

Oh shit

Pass the mic to Seville





Swift dialect, so select this selection

Previous cuts were practice, yeah, this is perfection

Think that my last jam pertained the skill

Well that was simply just a fraction of me, Seville

Doin what I'm doin till it's finally done

Jams are hittin number one, demolish rappers for fun

To engage is execution, so don't engage

Results Daily News front page, MC's been slayed

Pushin piles of power, perfectly I prevail

You got yourself into this, so stop bitin your nails

Heard a previous performance on a practice tape

Said we were wack and you could take us, now you try to escape

Fleeing is impossible, you try to get away

But if you get past me you'll get smashed by Jay

Jazzy's no joke, justifiably invincible

No jokin no hopin, serious with me, Seville



Here we go

Oh shit (Oh shit)

Oh shit

Pass the mic to Master Rob





Now I'm a poet excellent, here to represent

That rappin is my occupation, in my pockets there's a mint

Caused by the crowds I draw and the money they spend

Just to see me rock a show at any extent

Now I will devastate and then I'll terminate

Any rapper that's blind the time will create

And when I go on tour the crowds will endure

The Master Rob craze for that ain't no cure

So now I activate my style at any rate

Then I say this funky dope rhyme that comes out great

Cause I'm a smooth operator, the female devastator

If you think I'm rockin now, just wait until later

Opportunity has come, I'm reachin new heights

I'm the newest superstar with my name up in lights

Cause when I do a show, it's not a crowd, it's a mob

And all the girls are screamin out, "We love you, Master Rob"



Yo, that shit was crazy dope, knowmsayin?

(Thank you, thank you, thank you)

Dope, knowmsayin?

Yo, what the fuck, am I here by myself?

(Oh shit)

Motherfuckers standin lookin at me...

(Fuck you)

Fuck me? Fuck me, you know what I'm sayin?

Oh shit, youknowmsayin?

You know what I'm talkin about

Smells like pussy to me, knowmsayin?

I don't give a fuck

We ain't worried bout this gettin on the radio, youknowmsayin?

Like the other...

What's that shit called, freestyle?

We ain't worried bout them shits gettin on the radio

Cause this shit's gon be stupid underground, knowmsayin?

(Oh shit)

My man Saladeem, peace to my man Seville, peace to my man Gizmo and peace to my man Fat Joe

Youknowmsayin?

And Diamond D cuttin shit up

And here we go