Set the Mood

[Intro: Maseo, (Posdnuous) & Indeed]

Now check it (Sup, cat?)

Let me set the mood here, aight? (Aight, aight... cool)

We gonna... set it off with In-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed

(Yeah?) (Yeah, that's right) (Whatever...)

You know – la-la-la-la-ladies first and all that

(That's right, ladies first) (Alright, you got it, you got it)

So, peep it – you see this girl

Who been poppin' mad shit about you (Uh-huh)

So I want you to get into it a little bit

I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that – I want her hurt

[Verse 1: Indeed]

I was sittin' on my lunch break, grittin' my teeth

It's the last day of the week, man, what a relief

My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff

So I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff

That's when I seen her, steppin' out a rented yellow Beemer

This local ghetto fame rap cat, her name was Tina

She was braggin' she was goin' on tour

The same shit she was screamin' since the year before

Ever since the De La Soul video, she seen me on the TV

Heard that she was holdin' a grudge and tryin' to see me

Workin' underground circuits and mad ciphers of people

When she asked who was ill, all she got was "Indeed"

She wanna battle (What?) and it wasn't hard to tell

All that I was thinkin' 'bout was tryin' to smoke my L

I had four hours left and I was tired as hell

Plus it was 12:55, almost time for the bell

She had an ill screwface mug, fronting like she’s no joke

Gangsta bitch profile, boppin' like her leg broke

40 Below Timbos, fatigues saggin'

Pullin' all her money out her pocket while she's braggin'

On her gold fronts with her name on it

Her ice finger roll, head g-low while she claim fame on it

I peeped the stee', then I crushed her with ease

Just for interruptin' me while I was rollin' my tree

[Interlude: Maseo, (Posdnuous)]

AIGHT? (Whoo!)

That shit was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (Word)

Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up

For my man Mercenary (Aight, aight, yo, let's do this, whassup?)

Yo, I don't want you to make it like

A story or nothin' (Aight)

I just wa-wa–wan-wan-want want you to

Come on some straight rhy-rhy-rhyme–rhy-rhy-rhy-rhyme shit

Rip a nigga in his ass!

And let him know how we do it, f-f-f-fool!

[Verse 2: Posdnuous]

Now Maseo puff cheeba, while Rich sniff lines

David J push the whip while Ken and Khal pull dimes

And me right behind, with the shorty gettin' her math

To do the Savion routine and just – tap that ass

Still the one who kill wackness, man, I left them niggas crippled

Had 'em on soft to hard, back to soft like a nipple

My Art is Official while you're art-ificial

Break you down to your very last participle

Let me enlighten you, 'cause your third eye's on dim

Me gettin' taken out is rare, like a smile from Rakim

See I'm remarkable, you're just Bull

Last name Shit – y'all niggas need to quit

Open your mitt, and catch this

I'll autograph every word you bit

Grab a five and take your picture

Got an infinity of non-rhymes to hit ya

While your whole clan is bland

Understand that you must be smokin' pounds of weed out of a pipe

And mistook your munchies, for bein' hungry for the mic

And now you have to deal with these cats who's truly real

Like estates with a pit on the lawn, barkin' through gates

Put the whole entire plate in your face

Make you point, like "Who's that on that joint?" – it's me

I'm in everything you see, like crayon, yo, I'm in demand

I'm in the club, man, I'm in your hand

Bein' bought, I'm even in the thought from your girl

The only thing you're "in" is inactive

Your world'll get smashed

Run against the Won and you'll be last

Like that call for alcohol, depletin' your cash

[Outro: Maseo]

That's how you supposed to get in somebody ass, y'knowhatmsayin?!

Know-know-know, know-know, know-know that!

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