mine dine exquisite...Ice like a blizzard.. rockin crocks and
 lizards..me and Poof in the Ac..North Kack be where we're
 at..droppin
 hits at the Ritz allway down to Sugar Shacks..matter fact
 we got it sewn..lock  stock  and barrel...bout to hit you soon   keep

 your eye on the sparrow...Gotta bounce when you hear it
 ..turn it up a notch..cause man Fat Daddy bout to blow up your
 spot..We
 keep it hot like July ...you can't deny that we fly...see
 we play every day from L.A. to N.Y..and cross seas we got trees
 in the
 West Indes...Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
 Mercy...With fourty thieves, I be chillin..keep the Champagne
 spillin..theres no need for illin..representin all my children...as the
 world turns ..gravity pulls..we hold it down..It's Q..D...T...and
 me...The best pound for pound

 Vs.2: IQ & T-Strait

 It's the incredible sound...that shakes the ground..city..states and
 towns..holding it down..for our crown...headed legacy bound....so
 what's
 your name.. T- Straite, who are you...It's I.Q. ...taking
 these crews out by twos making moves to confuse....who could
 refuse the
 flave the way we shape it like clay....without a loss..we
 set it off without F. Gary Gray....For all my peeps in this
 piece....From F.J.'s to Black Sheep...School Boy and Big Lord we
 keep
 attacking them beats....From the streets of
 Q.C....Internationally....collectin cheese...fillin seats to
 capacity...you know the
 type..we're first in flight ta keep if fly with a mic....F. J.'s that
 hype to keep you tight all night..Damn Right

 Vs. 3: DRES

 Yo..I be ahead in the polls to rock enumerous souls...got
 this style more sweet than Dr. J's fingerolls..who it
 be..me..slammin from the top of the key.. Black Pearl - I.Q. - T
 Straite
 - and Fat Daddy..Now watch us achieve and sieze the
 moment with the greatest of ease..with expertise on the air...it be
 the
 draft of coolbreeze...with cheddar cheesey vo-cals...gotcha
 actin so-cial ..from North Kak to Cali..to New York City
 lo-cales....bout ta..cut the gristle...who's sharper than a
 whistle...who's
 sound get's around like a pawn shop pistol...freely I flow...see me
 and
 mine ...G. E....TP....AI....D ..you cant mess with the...cheeba
 choppin money clocker droppin lyrics on the one....with my pants
 kinda
 saggin cause my pockets weigh a ton...cheat on my wife
 with a mic...so complex our romance...that I be known to get a
 dance out
 of a B-Boy stance