[Shabaam Sahdeeq]

Yeah.. It's S-Double baby, yaknah'mean uh

Can no motherfuckin lil' executive sittin behind a desk

Tell me whaat's goin on in the streets, knahmean

I'm in the streets everyday uh, yaknow

I'm in the party spazzin out

Doin drinks, throwin blows.. what!



[Verse 1]

Hate so thick when they know that you so sick

Sick hustle so swift, that I seen the track jip ships

Pitch-black bitch from fools that pop shit

Lock shit, like clamps and shackles on hostage

Blown ya mind with a poisonous verse, disperse ya team

Let's battle for ya change, whips, cash, and cream

What? Sinister Sounds C.E.O., see me flow

Break niggaz apart like C3P-O

Y'all herbs ain't lethal, y'all niggaz is small people

I crush you with a two ton verse, unrehearsed

They question the validity cuz they see me with us three

Trust me, it'll take a lot for you to crush me

Your wife is a hussie, your crew; they hush-puppies

Try to bite like sharks, but get ate like guppies

Try to play me, look at the fuckin monster y'all made

FUCK Rawkus! I'm sharper than any razor blade

On this one here, I'ma go straight for the jugular

Brain and Jared, straight up be fuckin each other (faggots)

In the ass, straight gas without the Texaco

I'm next to blow, like Molokov's in ya car window

And your artists could say they names thirty times in a song

Niggaz ain't gon' remember once Sahdeeq get on

And after this y'all could all go and make a diss song

Or put a stamp on a bomb and mail it to ya moms



[Hook x2: w/ talking in background]

Cuz straight like that

I'ma tell the world you wack

Straight like that

Won't you take that knife out my back

Straight like that

I'ma smack you with the back of the gat

Straight like that

You blast at me, I'll blast back



[Verse 2]

I got the fever baby... I'm hot and I'm sweaty

I bring the drama to you fake-ass bookstore revolutionaries

And all y'all niggaz think y'all know my steez, please

I moved everything, from coke to trees

And every pull that I moved, I always was that new nigga

I'm used to the hate, so watch how I do niggaz

Duke you straight crab-cake, I'll put you on

Gave ya first check, and your first artist the pen

And you overpaid street-team niggaz, shut ya trap

When ya label done, you'll be back to flips it in Craps

They got all y'all under pressure, but not me though

I gots no company whip, or Company Flow

And Black Shawn you can go 'head and smoke some more dust

Sinister Sounds, ain't none of y'all niggaz fuckin with us

And Pharoahe you my nigga, but ya manager a bitch

A mega, traitor -- push you down the escalator

This for Arnold, Jason, and Dilo

All you die-hard Rawkus fans just don't know

The label is obsolete, I bomb ya fleet

Move discrete, served the charge for a couple of weeks

Didn't let my shit bump, Y'ALL NIGGAZ IS CHUMPS!

So like camel backs, I'm leavin ya dome with two lumps

You get rained on, better yet, get pissed on

This nigga is PISSED OFF, you boys rippin me off



[Hook x2]



[Sahdeeq talking]

Y'all lil' faggots up here, can't stop nothin, knah'mean

Word up, Never Say Never, yaknah'mean

Shabaam Sahdeeq word up.. Sinister Sounds

Raptivism, the next fuckin chapter, ya'know...

Word up, straight like that

BK - NJ shit yaknah'mean

Run up in ya motherfuckin Christmas party and spray shit

Fuckin homos, word up..

Fuck Rawkus, eat a dick...