It's Gon' Pop

[Verse 1: Evidence]

Went from Bourne Identity to Bourne Supremacy

These cats are little ornaments that fall off eventually

Good or bad, every time I rhyme, they wanna mention me

Thorns in my side are just pricks, a waste of energy

Call me what you want, ain't phased by my title

Believe a notebook, I'll lie on any Bible

I'm gassed by the game, never starstruck from stardom

Went uptown and found Heaven up in Harlem

In NY but in the L.A. zone

Still wherever I roam remain L.A.'s own

Peace to Madlib, Wildchild, DJ Romes

Got my clothes and loot packed up ready to go

This blackout, never back out type anthems

We blam them, the logo's for life, understand 'em

We stay at this, it's target practice

Judge the cover and the book, motherfucker, it's the total package

[Verse 2: Joe Scudda]

I'm 'bout to give them the best of me

But you ain't seen nothin', y'all don't wanna see the rest of me

Homeboy, I got the recipe on lock next to me

I'm the future, what they sayin' the best could be

But it's best to be cool with me

Y'all don't wanna really fool with me

Yeah, you better off acting like you used to go to school with me

'Cause you a square like them cubes in the cooler be

As I said, I ain't even reach my full potential

Still I stepped in the game with full credentials

Stars on the collar, stripes on the sleeves

Remember when I used to spend nights in the breeze

Sleeping in the car, speaking into bars

Joe got right so now I'm weakening your odds

Y'all dudes lames and names equal out to frauds

Y'all ain't men, you bitch, better get your bras

So you could hate, I really ain't concerned

Say what you want—when will you motherfuckers learn?

I don't listen to shit that they tell me

Got the Evidence, Joe fucks with the ALC

[Verse 3: The Alchemist]

Yeah, I put the stamp on it

Got the game in a lock, I put the clamp on it

I'm going straight to the top, I'll bet your camp on it

Put grands on it, then proceed with the plans on it

Any cash to snatch, you know that my hands on it

The fans want it, any stage, I'll stand on it and jam on it

Yeah, just me and my man on it, no band on it

Jump in the crowd and I land on it

Signature style, I'm burning my brand on it

The way I cook a track and dance on it

You don't wanna chance on it

Make a move or make an advance on it

Don't plan on it, I cancel it, and leave you to handle it

You like my style, I see done ran with it, I'm the man with it

I don't break the beat down, I fuckin' dismantle it

I savage it, damage it, bruise it and bandage it

I shit on it, piss on it, stomp on it, stand on it

[Outro: KRS-One]

"Well, let me respond

What I wanna do is jump across the table and beat your fuckin' ass

That's what I wanna do

That's what I'm about

So what's up?"