[ Keith Murray ]

Yo hey yo I step out the shell like a black pearl

But come to destroy you of all worlds

I eat you inside out like stress

The best I never lose a rhyme contest

While troublesome black rolls flows

Bleed internal external like a bloody nose

Props grow like crops

Desert boot Clarks wit no socks

Parking space killer stay out my lot

You hear my voice you see my face you know my name

I take it out your ass and charge it to the game

I battle with words, go to war with ideas

You defeat me never in a million years

The factor of the rapture

Is that you either get killed, wound, or captured

They shoot you up so bad til the end you fought

But then you got caught up in my final thought

Nigga

Miss Thing, there is no guest list tonight (sampled)

[ Redman ]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

I get on the mic like badoobedut kick roundhouse

You the tightest motha fucka let me find out

When I pull mines out

I could gaffle Mr. Keebler for all his Chips Ahoy out the chalk Town House

Give you static like your mixer got the ground out

Hug you wit my hands in your grandmas pouch

Im down south wit Outkast wit pounds out

Wicked enough to throw the gun in James Bond mouth

You know E and Keith when we brawl

I be in more hoods than that big fork and spoon on your kitchen wall

And overall, on yall a protocal

My style is Kabal, finish him

For the Benjamins

Fools call me the Grinch

Cause I punch you in your face Christmas on two fifth

While the cops watch the Jamaican hide pot

When I stomp I leave the shoe size of Sasquatch

Miss Thing there is no guest list tonight

[ Erick Sermon ]

Yo, yo

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