Chorus: Busta Rhymes *sampled*



Yo I'm gonna hit real hard with that

shit that's gonna make your dome crack back back

Yo I'm gonna hit real hard with that

shit that's gonna make your dome crack back back

Yo I'm gonna hit real hard with that

shit that's gonna make your dome crack back back

Yo I'm gonna hit real hard with that

shit that's gonna make your dome crack watch me...



[Madlib]

Yo it's the slang buster, Madlib the beat conductor

I hit you off with that ill structure, cuts ya

Never on the bandwagon at any time

Every day, every place, got my pants saggin'

For y'all niggas that be strictly braggin'

Up at the spot so eager to grab the mic with the breath of dragon

Niggas be walkin around waggin' there tail taggin'

Along trying to get their mail laggin'

Make me wanna disrespect and check

Grab that nigga's neck and start gaggin'

I drop a pound of discussion and drop a rhyme to leave you with a concusion

And have your whole crew commence to hushin'

Down with the Master race of emcees

Who terrorize, whoever flies up in the face talkin' lies

I give a shout to the unseen at the lost gates

While you're makin' mistakes, we make them hot plates



(Chorus)



[Madlib]

Soundin' like, we got the rawest shit ever known to man

Expand my lung with the chronic smoke then proceed with the plan

My anecdote rain movin' on ya

I got your brain locked down like some jail terrain

You out for fame talkin' about my name, I aim atcha like a gat ya

Thought you were my rapture, watch your mental fracture

You're just an actor, playin' the rap game, total shame

Nothing really gained when you shell framed is all in vain

I hitcha with that shit that make ya neck snap

While goin through my SP1200 with memory that's stacks

The beat conductor keep your speaker shakin'

I got your amp'll quakin like a vacation on Haiti

Relaxin', I'll take you on a mental trip, grip

The ill loop digger signing out on the skit



(Chorus)



*scratches to end