I want some Brand Nubian

Pac and Rakim

Biggie, Nas

Really don't make emcees like they used to

Freestyle Fellowship

D.O.C, Pharaoh Monch

Jay, Ahmad, and Thought from the Roots crew

That's a hood who's who

Now what you dudes do

Make a wack album

Pay Lil Jon do two 

Dope beats for the streets to introduce you

But you weak 

We know he got heat, what you do?

Sick of hype

Homie is you tight or boo boo

I'm precise with mine dun diced a few fools

Got stripes for serving on mics you new to

From the Life where if you ain't nice we boo you

Boo hoo go head cry if you wanna

What you got's not hot they rock mine every corner

Homie can't see me if he try he a goner

Plus he must be smoking that Thai marijuana


CHORUS

It's over now

I told y'all it's over now

We off in them Range Rovers now

It won't stop but it's over now

It's Over Now

I told y'all it's over now

We got money to fold up now

It don't stop but it's over now


Ahmad's going through a carpenter phase

Carving up stages

And mics with tight rhymes sharper than razors

Fools talk so often I'm made to

Defeat these MC's in 3's

Like Stojakovic, Peja

See whatever you got and I'll raise ya

Man who you kidding

Poppin' your lip then hit me back when I page ya

With it whenever whatever

I'm too clever you'll never

Do nothing to my crew ever

We heavyweights to you feathers

Paragraphs to letters

We the Jag's you Jetta's

You backspins we more advanced like Capoeira

Avenue band stands apart where fans set us

Y'all loose

We tighter than Bruce Bruce's sweaters

Rocked with top sellers

So hot they got jealous

Haters pop a lot we not gon' stop fellas

Every rhyme's divine we shine cause' God let us

Grindin' till we platinum lying in Barbados 


REPEAT CHORUS