, but got disqualified for jumping off stage But I didn't care 'cause this game has started to open it's arms When I was at Banaker High School pulling
the source (When ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse) Hey, man, I've got a question for you Can you feel me? (Speaking on you wack MC's) Ya saying not
(Yo, Yo) How many Mc's must get dissed? How niggas still think they can still fuck with the kid? (OOO) I guess I moved up in the world, duke is not happy
wick-wack" "Wick-wick-wick-wack" "Wick-wick-wack" "Wick, wick-wi-wick-wi-wick-wick-wack" "Wick-wick-wick-wack" [Royce Da 5'9":] OHH! My nigga Spyda is BACK! 5
out to DJ's with vinyls For every hip hop head-black to albino Record executives who still got they spinal Drop this for kids who wear they pants low in high school
my race should be mutt I cut with razor blades, play spades with Aunt Venus E-valuate this rap, take heed a fuckin genius Up in the sky, up high, don'
tie their shoes that's when I bust through, and make my move to grab at least 5 boobs And this ain't high school, this is kindergarten Juggs was into
. Rhyme Syndicate, Ernie C) Party! [MC Ricky D/Slick Rick] (Okay party people in the house) [INTRO: Ice-T] Yo yo, in the place to be My name is MC Ice
88 The game got bigger We done hit the block Squatin' baby ninjas On our way to school Park my shit around the corner So fly, so cool Young nigga Brooklyn breed MC
jotting down Southside gospel Writing verses like I was a Southside apostle Trying to find myself still graduate high school Staying on my toes like the old school
somebody might munch Cause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch Your crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas Bombin on MC's, crushin
got bad, the city came half rate Think to the critics, I left them all in debate... [Chorus] PS 53, {*"I'm takin it back" - Buckshot*} Junior high school
but got disqualified for JUMPING OFF STAGE But I didn't care cause this game started to open it's arms When I was at Banaker High School pulling fire
fuck with MC Ren, but you must be high Verse 2: Niggas be high because they workin 9 to 5 But the Villain be hibernatin' wakin up at 5... PM You see
connoisseur of soul clapping beats to crack the concrete React in a millisecond so disrespect's beyond me Always moving up, sound could be better High
the beast That night, 5-0 held caught in the streets *scratching by El P & Mr. Len of Company Flow* {El-P} Petrofied little venomist, school yard outcasts