Elite Fleet

[Intro: Starang Wondah and Louieville Sluggah] Enter, gentlemen Take your seats You have been brought here for a task only universal soldiers are brought for (Yes) Let’s begin [Hook: All and (Sample from Craig Mack - “Flava In Ya Ear”)] The Elite Fleet stands tall and proud See if you can pick the livest one out the crowd Genuine Emcee (You won’t be around next year) M.S. coming from the rear [Verse 1: M.S.] We’ve seen your kind many times (Many times) Yapping off the gums, letting your lips flap M.S.’ll push your wig back, giving your brain stain from your shit-crack For who card should I turn styles like a doorknob? Bring your mob, but it don’t matter ‘cause me and my squad bogart For so long, we heard the dumb shit that some do These bum crews running around, rape ‘em with their one, twos So act like you want it with that babble you call rap, dukes I’ll bring it to your grill while Originoo Gunns Clap you And there’s no doubt I keep your whole crew under pressure Heltah Skeltah stalking smooth, but you’re my size with the stretchers Ready to get ya, so open up wide and recognize And see who stands before your eyes in the ‘9-5 Coping with my high, feeling the lye as I kick it Big-up my brain thinking of this chickenhead I stuck my dick in [Verse 2: Top Dog] They call me Top Dog, the Top Dog of the year Flowing with my full-grown dreads and army gear When I come through with my Bucktown crew You better be on-point ‘cause we might be looking for you All y’all poonani, snake niggas remind me Why we roll strictly Boot Camp in the 90’s Come try we if you wanna ‘cause we gwan Flex-ah, break niggas’ necks-ah Then hop on the iron horse, get up with my Elite Fleet so we can smoke X amount of ganja weed It’s alright if you wanna get high, but when you Enter the session, make sure you got lye, hah ‘Cause since we smoke mad sensi Original dreads, fortified blunt heads—e- -nough said, another punk gwan dead Fuck all that bullshit, It’s time to get red-ah [Hook: All and (Sample from Craig Mack - “Flava In Ya Ear”)] The Elite Fleet stands tall and proud See if you can pick the livest one out the crowd No-frill emcees be around next year (You won’t be around next year) Representativz coming from the fucking rear, yo [Verse 3: The Representativz (Lidu Rock & Supreme)] Missing in action, no time for relaxing We’re packing mental thoughts to blow this nation’s back in No need escape this zone unknown ‘cause we Travel to explore, win the goals, then bring the trophy home We’re sticking and moving, we’re breaking through these niggas’ terrain Supreme brings pain to your frame—you can’t hang (Can you maintain?) In the mix where guns click Thirteen-deep, the Elite, we don’t miss ‘Cause we be the squad called The Representativz Lidu Rock and Supreme, AKA Ben Grimm and Mr. Perfect Lord, don’t want to be known to hurt shit Just wanna enterprise and stack papes for what it’s worth, kid And that’s all, now catch a blast from my black pull Niggas that slack off, I’m breaking their glass jaw So ask for forgiveness to end this These Representativz mean business [Verse 4: Starang Wondah] Ayo, I’m hype, pass me the motherfucking mic Rock you like Robin, then I’ll Clock you like Spike Lee S-T-R-A-N-G-L-E Cooler then Arthur Fonzarelli, that’s what bitches tell me, strictly rugged Run and tell your momma ‘cause she loves it Hold shit down like my niggas when they’re pissing out in public But you know when police spot you, they lock you But my nigga Hock 2 got you ready to knock, you Senseless ‘cause, against this, you defenseless Don’t even speak, nigga, you weak, strengthless So all them niggas keeping their eyes on my cash flow Ash hole, M16 steam through my afro It’s all about Da Storm, fuck what you’re under Gunn Clappa Numba One, AKA Starang Wondah [Hook: All and (Sample from Craig Mack - “Flava In Ya Ear”)] The Elite Fleet stands tall and proud See if you can pick the livest one out the crowd ‘Cause other Emcees (You won’t be around next year) Yo, it’s the nigga Bad Vybes creeping up from the rear [Verse 5: Bad Vybes] Now you know Bad want this dough, so I switch To some next shit in ‘9-6 like, “Fuck a bitch” But I quickly squeeze up on your shorty’s ass and titties Then turn to my committee and score her shit a fifty percent Fake a move, get your shit bent Whoops! Down you went, now your face meets cement I know a lot of guys want to test the Vybes, but Most of y’all get fried like eggs on the side (Lone desperado) never could refuse a bottle of pain My stomach turn from words of a lame Chump faking jacks while I’m dishing out the smacks Yeah, you rip tracks, but how you feel with Ruges in your back? [Verse 6: Louieville Sluggah] Playing clean sweep for the Elite Fleet, call him Shocker Second source is out Da Storm, shock like Blanka Games you hiss, I’ll split, them shits get broken Like bridges with bitches ‘cause all they see is riches It’s just awful, something unlawful Smash the mass and cream, making the dog food I warned you: one strike, that ass is dead It’s just not fair, you know the rules, nigga, I don’t care For you fall, can’t take no more All the bullshit you had pops out at the front door Enough of it, punk bitch, I know you dug it Shit got rougher than boulder rocks labeled “granite” Stoned Elite Fleet jeeps take me home Buffalo battered and messed, un-safe the chrome [Interlude 1: Starang Wondah and Louieville Sluggah] Well, gentlemen, it seems we have all come to an agreement Along with our dark side connection Heltah Skeltah, we will now be known as Magnum Force You all have your orders We have come to a successful agreement Meeting is adjourned But first, leave your girlfriend’s nude pictures in the basket [Outro: Sample with Scratches by Baby Paul] “You won’t be around next year” “You won’t be around next year”