(feat. Canibus, Chino XL, Royce Da 5'9")



[Intro]

Sway and King Tech

Bringin it back to basics

Mic skills

You know what I'm sayin

2005

Keepin it live

Can-I-Bus, Chino XL, and Royce Da 5'9"



[Royce Da 5'9"]

The cold shoulder holdin the frozen boulder of ice

Chosen type to the poor polisher

Just let go of my foes shit let go of they mics

Just let go of they souls before the 4-4

At night you wanna send them you higher in the sky

When god meant you to fly 'til Christ blows over

The Farrakhan and the most soldiers the headliner

The show close and the doors close the shows over

The pope spoke and potently the marijuana

The coast to coast coke leaf the dope beats

So close to the pope he can show Moses

No competin is no for the poor closer

My whole M-O-Ps M-O mister simple

M-O-B N-O-T ya N-O

I been on Leno don' diss don' hit the thrown

My head's growin

The crown don't fit (don't fit, don't fit, don't fit)



[Chorus]

I wish you would (Not beef it'll never settle)

I wish you would (You never know who's got the heavy metal)

I wish you would (Violate minds put holes in your riddle)

I wish you would (Get the knocked the fuck out)



[Canibus]

I carry niggaz like a brute with a screw face

Carryin a suitcase with his picture in today's newspaper

To pay the cops to make cargo drops

I wish you would talk shit about me on the wrong block

Get a high performance shot on the spot

Soon as you park the drop

Give a fuck if you a star or not

Genital hip hop or that you just stand down nigga

Don't let me hafta beat you up with your fans around nigga

Fuck who you roll with ya mans a clown nigga

A couple quick snapshots you outta the picture

Put you on the A-list

Ya faceless assassin looks like Ghostface before 36 Chambers

Hang around gorillas ya frigates becomes apists

Behave your modication I slap you when you say shit

Pull ya pipe out we could go there too

You get blasted with a most hair crew

In your head and your jewels

Plus ya back in ya chest to be cruel

If I say don't run and you do I'm dumpin you fool

The moonlight blessed me

The vibes direct me

You might be better than me but not directly

Perfect rap muscles public enemy half a double

Do the math I'm a classic rebel

I wish you would try to dance with the devil

I'll wet you but pet you

Chop ya arms off hand you a shovel

Never stare at you keep it professional

Hit you with a hand full of metal

You be face down when I bury you

After that I wish somebody would try to remember you

I kill you on the mic that's the simplest simple truth (truth, truth, truth)



[Chorus]



[Chino XL]

Imagine a world without Chino XL bein illest

No one raps landlord murderin all my tenants

Hurdling over an image harmonicas by Bruce Willis

Avoidin women like monica them types that try to kill us

I don't write verses, I write controverses

Harder than controllin Anthony Anderson's sexual urges

You nervous at my foul ability to smile while

Killin off ya family child by child

Mutual respect it's wild cats like KRS in Miami

Music's my apprentice Donald Trump couldn't fire me

Any sticky drama beef physically imma strike back

Vin Diesel was like Chino nigga how'd ya arms get like that

I sit back simplify the style (monumental)

Cuz niggaz keep missing the point like a broken pencil

Street education I slip it in like white boys who

think they down

Threw the word nigga inside their conversation

Back of cryogenic hibernation

The lyrical Benicio Del Toro up for ya oscar consideration

Not a adjulation they show my battle raps on cinemax

To open ya eyes I drive a cadillac through ya cataracts

Some raw like Puerto Rican birth control after sippin rum

Got 99 problems but a verse ain't one

Since 14 been in the street of my own

Don't cry for me like Evita Peron

Find my mind iller than Nina Simone

Backpedalin like Sly Stallone on a 10 speed

Smokin weed in a world where everybody's against me

See I'm more than famous

The public school system plans class trips to my

projects to watch me twist the language

I'm dangerous as swarms of locusts wanted with niggaz that's broke as

Handcuffin soldiers that sold for some dotal emotions

I notice ya cd for 99 cent what

Blank cds a dollar fifty you make more from shut the fuck up

(the fuck up, the fuck up)