[Verse 1: Baby Blak of Ill-Advised]
What, too many thugs on mic's, bought to show ya niggas
Lightning strikes, in the same place twice
Put on my game face like Rice, 'til my name in lights
Pain the price, game tight, put this train in flight
The Baby Blak catalyst, wanna battle this, miraculous
Flow, like Jesus chain watered the wine and marriages
Averages sixty points a game, on point like cactuses
Flippin' the spatulas on all ya'll wack rap amateurs – what?
Don't even step in my circumference with dump shit
Pump it, 30/30 to ya pumpkin when guns click
The gun clips spit the verbal, one slipped
Caused a funeral, do the styles, that's on some shit
Swear to God on my unborn, I be the one on
93 million miles away, stars that kept the sun warm
Sizzlin', fuck the jewels glistening, Cristal christenin'
I'm dissin' 'em, they ain't spittin' it, we ain't listenin'
They vision been blurred, can't recall what occurred
When herb made words, we verbin' thirty-third to third
Fuck what you heard, who preferred? Fly as a bird
Wit' the nerve to serve emcees to the stage to the curb
Leave no witnesses, no clues who ripped this shit
Baby Blak wit' the gift to spit ridiculous
West Philly streets to Brooklyn, on Saint Nicholas
Who number 1 when I hit ya list?
[Interlude: Black Thought]
Check it out – who number one?
Other squads have no title, title
Other crew no have a title, title
Some other emcee have a title, title
Illa 5th, we out at Vital, Vital
We outta dung-dung-di-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-di
Diggy-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-di
Remember the name of the crew dem call the P-5-D
Remember the name of the crew, they call the, the – yo, check it out, yo –
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Yo, down by a law, must be talkin' 'bout me
It's the B-L-A-C-K, T-H-O-U-G-H-T
'Bout to school these crab niggas, show them how to emcee
Yo, I'm sayin, represent, we comin' outta S.P.
Check it out, we take you a stab lower, approach closer
Hold it down to the utmost, my mic toast ya
Illa-Fifth, Ill-Advised, Illadel' adrenaline
Sound waves leavin' you tremblin', as we begin again
[Verse 3: Malik B.]
Aiyo, I'm tryin to get this cash in abundance
Redundantly, I represent the rugged Dundee
The crack cost money, but yo, to try's free
I'll whack a MC for ten thou' USD
Now test me, give you one for coppin' the swine
Stomp you wit' the Fifth emblem, leaving niggas tremblin'
Visualize the kiss of death full of venom
To minimize ya half ass freeze, you wack ass leaves
My rap leaves you thugs full of poisonous back feeds
Test ya whole attire, empire on fire
I strike right back, six or ya might flat
Get the whole round of applause, son, get the jaws
[Hook: Rahsheed aka Maylay Sparks]
From the South to the West
To the East to the North
To the Phi-La, son – the land of the lost
Go off, disturbin' order, 5 mics in The Source
Quake City, Roots Crew, it's yours, it's your's, it's your's
