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



[Rasco]







Man forget