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”