[Intro: Ant Banks]



"Ah yeah you know what I'm sayin'

Ant Banks kickin' it wit the boy Spice 1

Comin' at your dome, hey Spice let it be Known"



[Verse 1: Spice 1]



Spice 1 with the 31 flavors

I be takin' my time so the suckers catch my vapors

On the dope track, rollin' like a Mack 10

I'm a fool when I'm fuckin' with a fifth a gin

Fly, into the ass of a beat like a buckshot

So damn dope I could be sold up on a drug spot

This is a section of my many styles

But my direction is to take MC's for many miles

So, Peter Piper packed a perfect pickle peter

Well, I pack the mutha fuckin' milimeter

Where, in my trunk with the bump and the funk slam

Another brother like me sayin' god damn

Fact 1 I'm insane to the fuckin' brain

Open up my mind and blast like it's a hurricane

Your in front of a firin' squad

And my job, is just to let it be known

Let it be known



[Verse 2: Spice 1]



Rolling up past a junkie in my Delta '88

With 2a's in my lap, and my aim is kind of straight

Lots of static up in my rhyme, bitches clingin' up to my noun

Gettin' dope like a kilo or an ounce or a pound

Bitin' up on my rhymes tell me how much you can chew up

Nigga up in the rearview with his brains col' blew up

I am not the one or the two or the three'a

I be what is known as S-P-I-C-E

Let it be known, yeah

Let it be known



[Verse 3: Spice 1]



Dope, how mutha fuckin' funky can a nigga get

Comin' wit the shit ya can't fuck wit

After the murda I'm a step and then I couldn't see ya

Lockin' him up inside my mind, like in Santa Ria

187 mutha fucka

Kickin' that funky shit ya just can't get enough of

Spice, the nigga that's icy like a popsickle

Hard as a nickel mutha fuckas act fickle

Bet yet it tickle, cause the nine got the back side

So I kick 'em so the bullet take 'em for a ride

On a long trip, get in your shit and dip

187 up in the tape deck wit the muder shit

Takin' a ship to the dome

Spice 1 is up in the house muther fucker, so let it be known

Yeah muther fucker, let it  be known



[Verse 4: Spice 1]



4-1-5 was my hood that's where I'm from bitch

Black steel is my brother, fuck wit me you'll get dissed

Boom boom to the head now your body numb

I'll punk you out and slap your bitch and get a fifth a rum

There you are C.B.Bannern' all your casualties

That's what you get you fuck the 1-8-7 Faculty

I'm a fool to my bone that's what's goin' on 

My boy got static so I used this mobile telephone

It was busy so I hng up and called twice

He said who is it I said it's M.C. mutha fuckin' Spice

He told me someone sold my boy up like some col'd slaw

Pack your nine I'll pump the beat up in the Jaguar

I push the brakes and smash the gas and started smokin' shit

Picked up my phone and called my posse from the Okland bitch

Shot to the city like a nine to the boat yard

We chopped him up and sent his fingers wit the postcard

Think I'm insane, no I'm just a little senile

And plus I'm caught up in this muther fuckin' freestyle

And all you suckers must'a had a fuckin' Pay Day

Nutty to fuck with S-P-I-C-E on any day

I'm so insane that my mind is gone

Check it out muther fucker, let it be know