(feat. Inspectah Deck)



[Verse One:  ?]



Yo we ice, you gold (uh-huh), we the dicks, you the pussy ho

Move your eyes if you're Whoopi Gold-

The game's over, lame soldier

Got my '99 Dana Dane froze on ya dame's poster

Once again, peon, I puff-puff the marijuan, nothin' beyond

No coke, no her-on, ya dead wrong

Tryna Magic Don the war dons when you double bronze

Money replenish, cook crack like a chemist, nigga yap?

Twist his cap back like a gymnast

I'm sick, worse than syphilis, 

I smack niggas on the wall, lookin' inconspicuous

Pops wasn't shit, I was bred to be nigger-ish

Record deal route, to make bitches bounce

If they don't, take me Uptown to cop an ounce

I walk around with down payment for a house

On my neck alone, I'm the Down South cousin on ya wifey's phone

Break ya Bone, Thug and move in Harmony

The choice is yours, it don't bother me

Roosevelt 'til I'm dust, I.G.T.



[Chorus:  ?]



What ch'all wanna do, make money?  Or make cents

But it makes sense to make money, and stay bent

What ch'all wanna do, make money?  Or make cents

But it makes sense to make money, and stay bent



[Verse Two:  ?  (O.T.?)]



We could blast it out of orbit like a space shuttle, dust you

Off in ya huddle, 38 Specials make wet puddles when they bust you

A sick sight for sore eyes might disgust you

Loud sounds make cassettes settle when they hear it,

 like a scratched needle

O.T. is that evil, I slap people, who act feeble, and not meager

Don't measure up, y'act too eager

But not to leave ya, we got true beef 

like tarryin' the beat with duel heatas

Take on forms like amoebas, a true character

Actin' out scenes, like Drew Barrymore

Before we got warrior, you had to have it, now ya don't want it

No more, at all, what's wrong wit'cha?

I'm gone, so long nigga, it's on critter, let's get it on

Word is bond, nigga



[Chorus]



[Verse Three:  Inspectah Deck]



Deep in the lobby, fiend clockin' me for my stash

Dirty cop passed, flashin' the Glock, he's stoppin' Kash

We grabbed the mask and act fools, pack tools to crash crews

Brand-new niggas get used, for Cash Rules

Chameleons blend, expose theyself in the end

Risk they life before thinkin' twice, dyin' ta get in

Tha circle, new society, those that die for me

I.N.S, I.G.T., my heir lights a sodomy

The hunger burns fiery, I'm still wide-eyed from the last high

Catchin' visions five-times magnified

I spit grammar, lickin' like a twin-hammer

To snatch the fame and the wealth, without the glitz nor the glamour

Kill the cameras, and all with this act of murda

This cat pack a burna, take ya head off, like Nat Turner

The war's on, the block ain't safe for you to walk on

With new bloodstains, the battleground we just fall-ed on

Sign of the times, I'm on a mission to eat right, 

creepin' at night (yo, yo)

Livin' after street life



[Verse Four:  ?]



I'm high energy, low maintenance, born atheist

Wrapped in a towel with some Avias

Black patriot, computeristic, I spit hot rhymes consistent

Leak liquid, combined with the same substance 

that cyanide is mixed with

On every gem I flow different, go the distance

Speak persistent, burn incense, meditate, strange mindstate

Put it down, with the PaperMate

Pen and a pad, that's how I operate, we the total opposite

With the same opportunities, same enemies

Streak forth from my brain, forms a trinity

Without ?Clee? we a trilogy, break me down and re-assemble me

This is my assembly, I go hard, with the gift that God has given me

The cry, into the night has risen me

I'm the epitome, of bein' lyrically

Come closer if you ain't hearin' me

It's impossible to mimic me--stick a nozzle in my neck

Turn it on and empty me, empty me

(Fake fuck!)



[Chorus]