[Intro]
You can never know what I know
[Chorus: Sampled: Reek Geez, Big Daddy Kane]
We can go on and on, action
We can go on and on, action
We can go on and on, action
Other crews talk but they don't want none
We can go on and on, action
We can go on and on, action
We can go on and on, action
Other crews talk but they don't want none
[Verse 1: Q-Ball]
Rough and rugged, the infrareds aimed at ya noggin
Shut up and [?] cause you's about to kick the bucket
You'll get burned like incense so repent what I invent
Breaks out like [?], I got the [?] glow
That you can never know what I know
You can't flow cause you slow bro, you get smoked like Jamaican indo
Skills so fly, I just jumped out the window
I got shit wrappеd up like a mummy, the rhymes is scrummy
You gеt crashed like a test dummy
You garbage, you get smothered in a trash bag
You dragged, you just a Chevy to a [?]
Mortal combat, call me sub zero, niggas on freeze, zero below degrees
Clean out your ears niggas, I hope you heard me
Q-Ball from 94, showin' no mercy
[Chorus: Sampled: Reek Geez, Big Daddy Kane]
We can go on and on, action
We can go on and on, action
We can go on and on, action
Other crews talk but they don't want none
We can go on and on, action
We can go on and on, action
We can go on and on, action
Other crews talk but they don't want none
[Verse 2: Reek Geez]
Come on and bring The noise cause I got something for ya
I warned ya, leave your way out like a foreigner
Lord have mercy to those that curse me
You ain't worthy enough to serve me, no way
Down under is where I dwell, hard as hell, got you under my spell
The flow excels, no ima give ya what ya want
That's rough, rugged rocks, and no, this ain't no front
So step up, or get a checkup from your neck up
You're slipped up, ran into a setup, now you can't get up
Off your feet, don't speak, I'm too deep
The ill technique that I freak is unique
Don't underestimate Da Youngsta squadron, three MCs at the top of the margin
Peace to [?] and Supreme C
We keep it real, never have mercy
[Verse 3: Taj Mahal]
Well I'm a ruthless youngster, better [?]
Snatchin' purses, writing down verses
It's no mercy cause my rhymes is mental
When I write, black comes out of my pencil
Then I slaughter, put you out of order
It's a quarter, you're a goner, I warned ya
I'm slashing, yes, I'm a roughneck assassin
I'll be laughing at your funeral with your closed casket
With your parents on the front line
You couldn't rhyme, you waste my time, now you're dead and it's all fine
So back up from the ruga
Givin' more heads nightmares than that kid Freddy Krueger
I'm dangerous, too hot to handle
It's not a scandal, hit hard like Mickey Mantle
Got the ammo, comin' at you like Rambo
Now I'm signin' off with the red braids and flannel
[Chorus: Sampled: Reek Geez, Big Daddy Kane]
We can go on and on, action
We can go on and on, action
We can go on and on, action
Other crews talk but they don't want none
We can go on and on, action
We can go on and on, action
We can go on and on, action
Other crews talk but they don't want none
Other crews talk but they don't want none
We can go on and on, action
We can go on and on, action
Other crews talk but they don't want none
Lights, camera, action
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