Fuck it Up

[Intro: 5 Ft. Accelerator, Sesame Street sample] "Gee, I wonder who this poem is about..." Brothers who Lyrically Act and Combine Kickin' Music Out On Nations is comin' hard for the '90s With the rugged and ruff shit To all those who slept –  You get the bozack! Check this... [Verse 1: Buckshot] Call me Dexter St. Jacques 'cause I gets the punani Flippin' the script, leaving the sucker ducks behind me I'm a threat to poetry, you know it's me When you see brothers runnin' around, yellin' "Duck Down!" Here comes the Buckshot Shorty Swing the tracks with more rhythm and blues than Berry Gordy Doing damage, when I vanish an MC And enter their Dream, I'm a Warrior, not Freddy Krueger Part 3 Fuck all that clown shit, you can face your arraignment Like – I think you need some Edutainment Try to slay my mind and you'll catch a spasm Damn, I feel good like a long-awaited orgasm I blow up like a nigga who doing life in jail, for bail Kick back and drink a ale Yeah, I'm the man in control of this Run with a crew, but in my mind, I'm a soloist I go off, and verbally break necks That's why I got nuff respect – in this profession But all punk sucker ducks still don't know the answer to the question [Hook: Black Moon] Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) [Verse 2: Buckshot] Here I come, with the mic in my right To get paid, plus fade the lime light From any MC that so-called "gets the props" I rock Hip-Hop, non-stop, forget nots I'm the man, the Original Straight from Crown Heights, my life's subliminal Make my mark then spark – intellect, you'll find It gives sight to the blind I manifest the best when I step through Five deadly styles, but I don't do kung fu Give me the tool and I'll go buckwild Bitches and niggas on my dick because I'm versatile So if ya bite, I'll ignite the dynamite Backwoods for battles, though I'm not that type But I get hype, when I write to a format Produced by Evil Dee, so now it's all that Watch your back, 'cause I attack And if you ain't down with Beatminerz – you're wik-wik-wack [Hook: Black Moon] Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) [Verse 3: 5 FT. Accelerator] Lyrical genius, mic Mr. Wonderful I grab the mic and make it turn like a bun do Known to poetically terrorize, listen This is a call to other MC's, time to televise A smooth Black brother on the rap scene Doing my best to manifest to the fiend That I can finesse, and excel beyond any doubt Guaranteed to turn the party out! I light shit up like a professional mob hit No competition, 'cause the rest is garbage Yeah, I'm not the one to get played So back up off my dick, before I spark my renegade Lyrical melodies are chosen I provides the travel, 'cause the rest had 'em dozin' Off, I'm the boss, don't forget it When I rip it and stick it, manifest to the wicked And wow, I don't smile when I catch wreck Fuck the body blows, I'm going straight for the neck Yeah... [Hook: Black Moon] Yo! Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!) Are we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it's fucked up!)