Up in them five-star tellies and two mic rhymes

Be them average MC′s of the times

Unlike them, we craft gemsSo systematically inclined to pen lines

Without sayin a producer's name all over the track

Yeah, I said it!

What you need to do is get back to reading credits

We them medics, alphabetically stuck on that english

Knock it out before we pour that sure shot more rock cocaine flow

From the top of the key, for three, Villain

Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn

Turn the corner spinnin′, bust that ass and get up

Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up

He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline

He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine

To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow

Flow from Hellborn to free power like LILCo

And still owe bills, pay dues forever

Slay huge when it comes to who's more cleverer

Use to wore a leather goose V with a fur collar

And charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar

Ya' heard? Holler, broad or dude, we need food

Eat your teams for sure, the streets sure seem rude

For fam like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up

Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up

It′s a stick up

Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts

Is swoll like penile flicks, give ′em 20

The danger in his eyes'll let you know he′s a brawler

Bring your tallest champs like that much taller

Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it

Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant

Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans

Even your tongues′ll fuck around and leave your mouth

DOOM brung that bum, there goes that news van again

Act like you knew like Toucan Sam and 'em

He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast

Your rhymes ain′t worth the weight of they cheap necklace

String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack junk snack

And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked

Foul, we all know the rules bro, you slow

You blow the soup on your fools, his own boss like Hugo

You go lights, camera, action with no makeup

We De La to the death, or at least until we break up

Here′s a couple of nice guys who finished first

So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed

They say the good die young, so I added some

Bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum

Everyone cools off from bein′ hot

It's about if you can handle bein′ cold or not

And we was told to hop on no one's dick by Prince Paul

We stayed original ever since y′all

First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it

No need to place it on a scale to weigh it

And don't do it for the plays or to raise the bar

Yet it′s raised anyway, it's so amazing, are

The three L.I. brothers from a other way of thinking

Hey your lady's winking, I think you need to control that

Or I′ll have to hold that

The elements are airborne, I smell the success

(Yo let′s cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread, man)

Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers

Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips

Sippin broads like 7-Up (ahh) so refreshing

I finger pop these verses like first dates

The birthdates′ September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8

Too old to rhyme, too bad, too late