[ VERSE 1: Psycho Les ]

The wiggedy-wicked

Les starts to rip shit

Beatnuts makin crazy noise with some hip shit

24-track, e.q.-ed to attack

Pump mo' watts than any Radio Shack

Black, I stick to bein ruff and rugged

Anti-pop, I guess I'll stay broke (Fuck it!)

A crazy hispanic, Psycho Les panic

Nah, not me, I just pull the automatic

Out the knapsack, and cold point it

Blast ya, and leave your punk-ass disjointed

Yo, I ain't goin out like a punk

Nothin but fat rhymes and beats for your trunk to pump

I make you wanna jump like Kris Kross

(Beatnuts gonna blow up!) Slow down on that Crazy Horse

My hand's tied from the mic it holdes

I'ma jet up the block before the record shop closes



[ VERSE 2: V.I.C. ]

V.I.C., droppin styles you ain't used to

Nice with the lyrics, when I produce I get looser

Beats I got plenty, they come a dime a dozen

I got more beats than Puertoricans got cousins

Diggin every day, I'm the breakbeat doodle

I got the funky shit, ask my main man Ju-Ju

Jump in the trunk, we Audi on a mission

(Guess where we're goin?) Philadelphia, beat-fishin

There's always one store niggas always get stuck on

I know a lotta spots that are ain't puttin ya up on

Find your own beats, you're a real snuffalafagus

Lazy muthafucka, you're always bummin off of us

You know there's no one finer

Diggin for shit from here to North Carolina

The name is V.I.C., it's time to dilly-dally

First I hit Texas, then I'm 'goin back to Cali'



[ VERSE 3: Ju-Ju ]

Ju-Ju, the true blue funk nigga

Ill with the grooves, it's the real beat-digger

(Buyin old records is a habit) --> Diamond D

But if I can't afford to pay, I'll bag it

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