Closed Session

[Intro]

Yo yo Babs, Close the door right there

I see Phil (what up?), Defari (yeah), Planet Asia (that's right)

We got spitters in here (come on)

Man I got 16, you got 16? (Thats right)

Ima set up shop right here (Dilated!)

Yo close that door its a closed session

It's for our people right here

It's like that

Across the globe

Yo Babu, set up shop right there

It's Beat Junkies crew

Show everybody how we do it

It's a closed session

Yo Cigar, put the mic up

Come on, let's go

(Closed Session) No Question

Yeah

Babu!

Yo yo, Beat Junkies, Dilated, here we go! (Closed session)

[Verse 1 - Defari]

I kicked in the door like Biggie

Waving a 44 with a black laker beanie

I pressed up on the petey (say what?)

Told him "you better play my shit and act like you happy to see me"

I'm Los Angeles' finest (here we go!)

How many times I gotta say it? Fuck it, remind 'em

I'm from the liquid, know my pedigree (that's right)

It's hard work like my uncle Bellamy, rest in peace

I like my freedom so no felonies

There's glory in goin' to jail? That's what you tellin' me?

You sound stupid like a prophecy (stupid)

How can a man predict truth when he can't predict his next move?

I keep it moving like a rolex (yeah)

Hit the mini-meter long sleeve 4x (team)

I need a do-rag in USC burgundy

I gotta show it when I flow, oh yea they heard of me

Here I am like Sanchez

Don't give a damn I'll be rhymin with my grandkids, shit

It's Hip-Hop since the beginning (come on)

And it's gone be Hip-Hop till the endin', please believe

I'm certified like a doctor (ha!)

Except I'm off the Red Bull and that vodka, just for the night

I'm impressario and eloquent with every word

Neighborhood watch, hopping corners, every curb

[Verse 2 - Evidence]

Danger danger, the end is coming closer

This Wild West cat keeps Tabasco in his holster

I got a lasso that loops over your shoulder

And a dangerous crew, like Too $hort, it's over

Took three hundred thousand cats, I'm back

To the rest of the world, it's the greatest new jack

The mouth of the city, back when it wasn't that pretty

No autographs, only signing those walls, doin' graffiti (Dilated)

Imma sit up, and laugh how I crept it

Got a little respect (yeah!), then did the unexpected (say what?)

Who disappeared, then came back reinvented

From Venice, while cats got knives like academic

I'm Evidence, rather be a friend than foe

Rather break bread than make dough, and hatin' on the low

Legacies built, for those who can't admit to guilt

And move on, it's our turn, it's our time, deal's sealed

[Verse 3 - Phil da Agony]

Who knew Babu would come up with the track

To make Evidence write up the raps

That cause Phil the Agony to react?

Dilaters on the map (say what?)

Planet Asia, Defari, Iriscience, we back (sesh)

Pistol-packin', backpack raps, stomp tracks

All over your neighborhood, so you can follow 'em back

Dinosaur, used to be a North Ridge matador

'Til the Alcoholics took me on tour, sweatin' velours

Sure as the Sun arise, Phil arrives at the occasion

Playstations, tours like vacations (uh huh)

Y'all need ventilation, when I start blazin'

The Amazing Spider-Man wood you're tastin'

Sticky like Peter Parker, my weed a little darker

The Amsterdam whooptie-bam with the magic marker

Written by the ones that spittin', bitten by the perpetrators

And all the haters that watchin', listen (uh huh)

Give these niggas church (church!), baptize they bitch ass

In the Earth (Earth!), like I'm cursed with the verse (oh!)

Search lights still looking for me in the Crescent Heights

That's right, still gotta pay all [?] flights

Nike nights, tuck rhymes to bed like nighty night

Strung on traps, throw these raps in the sacrifice

Dishin' it out, yeah, Agony, spliffin' the stout

Dilated T, dick in ya mouth (come on) (bitch)

[Verse 4 - Planet Asia]

Ayo, white shirt, sleeves folded (yeah)

Fat monkey on a bitch, bumping my shit (Planet Asia!)

Usage, for promotion only

Pretty Tony slick, witty with thoughts

This shit is a sport, fifth with the [?] to torch, I'm zonin'

Strongarmin' on and on and like

Forming a mornin' roll and my motivation, pacing these four corners

This is my coronation, Planet Asia's upon us

Honest my Perignon be the most Dom-est

Splash heat, flow half street, half Islamic

And that's what I'm on, and you can ask anybody

I crash up at any party, actually nasty with shawties

After me, never could there be another actually rhyming

Mountain climbin' these mics, we drop diamonds

And stop time in its tracks, a actual fact of science

Dilated violence, closed session

I was diagnosed with the essence of lessons from the ancient giants

[Verse 5 - Rakaa Iriscience]

I'm the mushroom cloud, lay a motherfucker like Jules

Bang bang, blazing microphones like tools

We straight playin' suckas out like fools

And turn clubs, even stadiums into night schools

It's 594 on wax

It's 187 on rap, pop all over the map

The whole bubble, Heaven to Hell, then came back

I spit a billion bars, and never came wack, kid

You fuckin' with a vet (vet), and you should know better (that's right)

Gold medals in letters because I flow better (come on)

I twist up and blaze your whole crew

[?] slide down [?] better

Ah, when Babs starts a-drillin', you gon catch the feelin' (uh huh)

We set the roof on fire, and we touch the ceilin'

Plus I test my skills with the illest Brazilians

The world's a city of God, so God bless the children

It's Rakaa, I do much more than talkin' (uh huh)

I bring that chocolate thunder like Darryl Dawkins

I grew up watchin' my Lakers fight with Boston

And hardcore [?] type of boxing

Hustlin' outta Mom's crib, had to stop it

[?] you had to use caution

[?] in Midtown swap meet shopping

And fifteen 80k-day hip-hoppin'

It's over

[Various ad-libs and scratching of the "closed session" sample]