Let 'Em Know

[Intro: Too $hort]T-tell, T-tell, tell me just what you know T-tell, T-tell, tell me just what you know [Verse 1: Opio] You're irresponsible, no focus I hope this advice grips I ripped it to shreds, I bust heads with soundwaves and frequencies Frequently, I'm freakin' the flows like hoes at Dancehall shows, rub-a-dub those Shattering Glass Joes with decibels to break spectacles, you can't see me You're feelin' queazy and uneasy Steppin’ cautious because you're nauseous, I squashes emcees like I was Colossus Flippin’ on Magneto, never metal without mind bending Ending all existence, my rhymes are blending Niggas is up and liquifying, punks are crying Crews are dying while the mack keeps shining Gleaming, girls are screaming 'cause I'm arousing My styles bring wack kids so hot, you lookin drowsy And drained, refrain from being slain By my slang, once again, I wreck brains [Verse 2: Tajai] Yo, shit occurs when I shift my words I lift a Swisher to my kisser and get spliffed-a, I riff to be the Mista The abyss, the widen 'cause I slide in like a titan Mythical when I grip a full spliff, it will manipulate my brain in ways to plot on gain and raises Tajai’s is the brand that keep it jam-packed, frankly, pretty damn phat It's over me, I am enough to rip it flat and pass The mic to me and see emcees sadden fast You're ratty, match my tip, you pips And Gladys Knight gets darkness is where I best scar kids If ours gets bootlegged and sold in the market then mark this, them stands plan to be targets And I'll stand grand and peace to Richmond and of course the Land I'm lettin' ya know 'cause I can [Chorus: Tajai & Opio & Phesto & A-Plus] Yeah, I'ma let ya know Yeah, I'ma let ya know Yeah, I let you know Yo, I'm lettin' niggas know [Verse 3: A-Plus] I say that nigga A, that nigga A-K can make a nigga day in a very special nigga way (Yeah) Breaking backs and fists as I smack and diss wackness 'cause they lack this phatness In fact, it’s very booty, indeed, prayin’ you will be freed from torture or I'll scorch ya with a torch-a Gasoline, I smash your spleen, I'm quick to blast a fiend, you better jet if ya' ass is keen Yeah, I got a master plan, I'm faster than Drastic Man like niggas who would blast a friend I only blast wack rhymers, it's time to find ya' own flows I throw spines and bones, you're ass, extremely ass You see me pass the senior class, yo, and now I'm free at last So let me bust a grill, if I must, making blood spill and your eyes fill with pus when I bust [Verse 4: Phesto] Here I go again Return of the Jedi, red-eye, use my lightsaber to take guys that pick my flavor I pounce and trounce on emcees when I slay them, remember the days you parleys 'em to the left 'Cause I get deafer than senior citizens with Alzheimer's and squash rhymers to vapor Shatter at a forfeiture when I split 'cha, tore and ripped ya My orator's quick to concoct a sicker flow, so crawl back under your rock, get off my jock I'm quicker than minute rice to split and slice Rappers as I entrapped ya, slapped ya with my rapture on the down low I trapped your brain and flips it, watch the maestro slice hoes, entice hoes as I rip shit, dip shit You rap but keep your trap shut 'cause you lack what Phesto's inducing, I get mood swings! [Chorus: Tajai & Opio & Phesto & A-Plus] Yeah, I'ma let ya know Yeah, I'ma let ya know Yeah, I let you know Now y'all niggas know