Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum (x3)
 Comin' in ya ear with a mic

 [Swayzack]
 Ya better believe that I'll be dreamin' of a black Chrismas
 And at the top of my list is a fatspliff
 And ya know it's a hoota of the Buddah blessed
 True to the blue cause I got sigma on my chest
 And we rest because our cause speeds on its way
 It's on our way, we're on our way, the S I G M A
 So what do you say? What do you know? Where you like to go?
 To the step show with a pro or with a falsetto
 And what I mean is a speaker who can't see the light
 He cooks his rhymes in a breaker puts 'em in a pipe
 I'm not the type, I'm not the type, I say it one more time
 I'm not the type to be sublime in any rhyme of mine

 [Madd]
 I heard you wasn't down with these Philly mutherfuckers
 Instead of Welches Grape you used some shit called Smuckers
 Well knucker, I'm here ta letyou know just what I think o' that
 To quotemy man Chico "Smooth move Ex-Lax"
 Ya slippin' tryin' ta keep pace with the driver
 But you can't even catch my saliva
 >From drippin', I'm spittin', all over you like Pippen
 Scottie beam me up cause all these lunatics are flippin'
 Like a tumbler, I'm the rumbler, not Stevie but wonder
 Not a stumbler or a blumbler over words that you can't understand
 My man, 50 grand, shakin' hands
 If I had a bird brain last name... I'd be Dan

 [OaTie]
 While I get mine ya bitin' rhymes like a canine
 Day nine in line welfare line time
 A pro lifer is the piper that I'd like ta uh
 Roll a rolla roll on {line style ala O. Konfusion}
 If it is the early morning dawn, I'll sing that song like Orlando
 Tony, a white man, not a leader just a man too
 Saying what ya can't do cause ya typed it in stereo
 Like seeing a doughnut and calling it a Cheerio
 Heroes and heroes and heroines
 I'm here ta rectify all the comins and goins
 This moment in time is defined by ambiguity
 Plausible denial, no trials is the beauty

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 [Swayzack]
 Draw the line because ya know the Jack-in-the-box will cross it
 And just intime cause for your mind I think they said ya lost it
 I said ya lost it, one more time, ya lost it!
 Ya paid the cost for tryin' to be somethin' that you're not
 A big shot but what ya got is a small spot
 And you can get a lickety lick lick shot
 Cause Jack-in-the-box is not drivin' Mrs. Daisy
 I get what I got but not from old white ladies (damn!)
 So save that shady shit for somebody's Uncle Tom
 I ain't related, ya hate it when I drop a bomb

 [Madd]
 Coo Coo ca chew I'm the Goats who are you?
 Grab the microphone and do that thing that you do
 Ya call it rhymin', ha, that's so funny I forgot ta laugh
 I made better sounds than thatcome out crack of my ass
 On my first day, on my worst day, and even in my hearse day
 You couldn't write a rhyme, if I gave you the first verse
 Ta play with sorta sloppily but make sure you gives props to me
 I don't play games so damn I hates Monopoly
 I'm the macho, hancho, nacho eatin'
 Like Tanto, I'm yo, smooth as a motherfucker

 [OaTie]
 1 2 I'm gettin' ta be the who's who
 Of the food for the thinkers I don't tinker with the winkers
 Like I, Hop, I drop props at all hours
 Like Psycho, I might go stab Duke in the shower
 Doobie Doo Doobie Doo Scoobie Doo Doobie Da Yaaa!
 Rhyme sayer, not a mayor, I don't pretend to be a player
 Flava, I hope the dopes listen to Chief Seattle
 He's not one for the battle or the paddle or the saddle
 Like Lite Beer from Miller, it is and that's that
 Like Rhyme beer from Killer, it's the shit and phat's phat
 Spelled with a "P" just like in tel-tel-telephone
 Livin' in North Philly's a form of hell-hell-hell-hell a home... not

 Chorus

 *Shoutouts