feat. Cali Agents, Chops (Mtn. Brothers), DJ Revolution
[Bahamadia]
Poems stay calm, approachin it
They be flop and over it
Back on my feet just like I`m `posed to get (Yeah!)
Livin up, I tell it y`all totin chicks
You ain`t really hot, you just image and politics
The total type, y`all duplicates and male affiliates
Soundin the silliest, doin renditions of hits like Al Yankovic
I never been, kept it in suspense like a scene outta Scream legacy
Like Marcia Jones, I`m reppin for queens
Doin royal things, lock em down for offspring
Whole team be a bunch of backpackers and mic fiends
We all first string, spittin them jewels that bling bling
And when I hit mainstream, y`all niggas can bite me
*Cuts by DJ Revolution*
`Live and direct` [Kool G Rap] `Yeah`
`We takin over
`Live and direct` `Yeah`
`We move like the special forces, green beret` [Prodigy]
`Live and direct` `Yeah`
`That`s the reason why none of y`all can`t compete` [Big Daddy Kane]
[Planet Asia]
Aiyyo these is ghetto-bound scripts
For pseudo MC`s to breathe off of
I vaporize tracks like mentalyptis with active ingredients
Comin straight from the Yardie
My click rolls thicker than the Black Panther party
Up next for Generation X
Most of these rap cats is barely fresh
And when they carry me, they gon` bury me wit a mic on my chest
Wit a wide crowd lookin
But for now, these mic minerals is Ital cookings
Gettin seasoned on, we carry blades of various shapes
For the crates and CD`s, and those still married to tapes
Bahama-d up in the spot wit Cali Agents and Chops
For all you big shots that thought you had this rap game locked