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[Intro] (Freak it now) Knights will come, be advised They`ll come for them Be advised they`ll come Someone`s sure that they`ll be here
[Double K] Yo Thes, what (what up?) Can you rock the mic?
[Thes One] A ha ha, my mellow my man, it`s like ridin` a bike Uh, Double K
[Double K] What`s Up?
[Thes One] Can you rock it?
[Double K] Like ridin` a bike, but only with training wheels So what, shoot the gift and let them know the deal
[Thes One] I shoot the gift like NRA members on Christmas Morning warning rock MCs like isthmus like a principal
[Hook] I`m the principal, our crew`s invincible Under The Stairs Impairs auditroy of your whole municipal (municipal?) Code area, attack like malaria Concrete jungle bundle of joy With bobby-boys It`s scary to think our tape destroys your crew`s hopes (what?) I can`t cope with that, say no Put it on a DAT, Double K `Cause everything I say will one day give away Or another recovered in it`s original place Signify this straight caligrified verse Petrified rock, put your goddamn block in a herse
[Thes One] Only thing worse, chaos bursts the eardrums, the P Making the beats and rhymes funkally-dunkally Fat like chunky here, but not out for radio play Here`s a crew washing the wax my mind space Tight A, not Navy deals, no way Pets for three sixty five days I add a fourth `cause I leap year I leave tracks like Amtrack Battles the P and Superman After that your crew will try and forget like Izoin(?) It`s the Amistad, man Beckets(?) know it better I rip it all up like a letter for the principal
[Hook]
[Thes One] Chaos bursts...(Double K cuts in)
[Double K] (Unintelligible) my crew bad as milk That`s one, lace the track Like a blow with the weak smell Nigga, your stunned Other from the brothers with another monkey(?) shit Put the viddy(?) on the stick and make sure it don`t skip Hip-Hoppin is reallest, punk You know you wanna admit it All these crews runnin around with fat tracks They don`t get it, the gettin distressed (word?) The gettin me mad
[Thes One] So what you sayin, Double K?
[Double K] Just put that shit on my tab Don`t feel like dealin` with it now I`ll deal with it later See, the mic`s in my possesion Yo, so while she did it To the minmute Stupid frontin` since we first stepped in Brought it back a couple of times Now you give it a grin First you tell your homey, "Yeah man, that shit`s fresh!" Didn`t know this kinda shit could be lurkin` the west We puttin` hair on your chest We flow with no hesitation Late radio stations ain`t allowed on these premesis Millions hearin` this Late at night like domestic violece Smackin` you the fuck up Until we get some silence (word) Keep you like Judge Judy on the mic Puttin` up a fight Rollin` hard `till the break of daylight So next time you corny niggas wanna come hardcore Go listen to `Lil Kim (word...)
"What`s the time? Time to rock our shit" (Scratched until end in various ways)
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