[KRS-One]
Milk is an expression of dopeness.. heh HEH
Introducing Young Zee
KRS-One in the place to be
[Busta Rhymes]
HEY!! Ha hah
Yo, Busta Rhymes in the place (That's right)
Ohhhh! (It's me again boy)
Yo check me out, hey - YO! (And I'm back!)
To my mannnnnnn, by the name of Young Zee
(Yeah, that's me!)
And the whole Outsidaz crew
(That's my niggas!)
What the fuck you wanna do? Hah, hey..
(Yeah YEH!)
Young Zee! (Check me out) Destroy the par-ty!
[Young Zee]
Most the rappers in this party, tape sorry
I can beat they style if I kick rastafari
HEY BUMBA CLAAT BWOY, RUN YOUR GUN
Yeah, the Outz be illin with KRS-One
[Young Zee + KRS-One]
And you can't rhyme, you're off time
You can't do, what the Young Zee do
He's not the one (I'm not the one) bo! (Yeah)
Jah wanna tell you he's not the one (I'm not the one)
Come again come again..
You can't rhyme, you're off time
(and) you can't do, what the Young Zee do
He's not the one (I'm not the one) bo!
Jah wanna tell you he's not the one
Come again come again come again come again
[Young Zee]
Yeah, I'm not the one to try to test from the door
I start whoopin niggas ass with extension cords, pow
It's Young Zee, I get high off iz
And Make the Music With My Motherfuckin Mouth like Biz
To rip apart all clicks that got heart
Make em talk into my boot like Maxwell Smart
And I send clicks that try to diss me
(To the motherfuckin East Blackwards) like X-Clan you SISSY!
Bust up the jam and feel no guilt
And that's why motherfuckers call me Milk
"People call me Milk.." - Audio Two {*cut and scratched*}
[Young Zee - over scratches]
Ye-yeah!
One time for your mind..
All aboard!
Yeah.. yeah..
You fuck with me, I set up your family
Start the car moms, a bomb's in the Camry
Who Zee? Me I put the crews in the floozy
Do em like Jackson, sweep em up by the twozies
No brain Brings the Pain like Tical
When I get buckwild and move my bowel on your style
You kick the Mafia "can't be hit" stories
While I get your main bitch to steal shit for me
Now anyone that tags a hit
I'ma beat they streets crossin out they shit like Spitz
Zee knock boots, this ain't H-Town, this is my town
Booty-ass rappers like you bring my high down
So when I rock give me props and hugs
Nigga 'less we throwin on the boxin gloves
Then watch a whole damn click get kilt
Lyrically by the nigga they be callin Milk
"People call me Milk.." - Audio Two {*cut and scratched*}
[Young Zee - over scratches]
Ha hah! Yeah..
One time for your mind..
Yeah yeah, I'm Zee from the Outsidaz
[Young Zee + KRS-One]
And you can't rhyme, you're off time
You can't do, what the Young Zee do
I'm not the one (he's not the one) bo! (Yeah)
Jah wanna tell you he's not the one (I'm not the one)
Come again come again..
You can't rhyme, you're off time
You can't do, what the Young Zee do
I'm not the one (he's not the one) bo!
Jah wanna tell you he's not the one
Come again come again come again come again
Yeah..
"People call me Milk.." - Audio Two {*cut and scratched*}
[KRS-One]
Outsidaz (Outsidaz.. Outsidaz..)
Outsidaz..
Outsidaz.. Outsidaz!
(It's the..) Outsidaz!
Fresh, for nineteen-ninety-six..
You ssssssssssssssssssssssssssuckers!
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