Verse One: Tash

Caps get peeled rolling in my force field

Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill

So when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin

I'm not your R&B singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin

Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units

While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for Starvin Students

Downin all beer types, from St. Ide's to Red Stripe (yipes!)

The menace stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes

Has returrrrned, to burrrrn, it's time y'all niggaz learrrrrn

I neaturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm

with flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin

I should mind The People's Court, snatch the mic from Doug Llewellyn

and host my own show, after Bill Cosby comes Ricooooo!

Transmitting live to all my black people

Catch my drift, I'm down with my nigga E-Swift

My name is Tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with

Never shy, sippin on some why ask why

Smokin thai with this bitch that's more fly than Jasmin Guy

Hooked up with John Q so let me do my thiiing

while niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from Chess King

But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal

Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal

But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it

Oh shit that's my nigga show these niggaz how you figure

Verse Two: Q-Tip

I bring it to your chest pour all the way live

And deliver ill verse guaranteed to cause highs

When we start rappin heads roll like Patton

With the flood blood clot the Alkaholiks rhyme a lot

Yo I'm like Grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage

ANd I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish

The Abstract delivers, I be the Queens nigga on point

Mary Jane ain't nuttin but a joint

They called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor

Now I'm cuttin and slashin like Luke's light saber

Yeah, what? You trapped in the zone

Where MC's get seared and all spots blow