[Chorus]

"Its the

Ill Plusta Phesto D.

O. Lindsey

T. Massey so whatchyou wanna be??

Us!!

Just peep the bump and thump

you ain't got no choice

so throw your hands up!"

Opio:

You're stuck

crucified you'll lose don't try your luck

I'll cut 'em up

run through and ruin mc's they can suck my dick

the Hieroglyphic Kingdom bring em down to earth

they're worthless worse since the beginning

and I'm winning

offending mc's they can't accept it

inside he hide his fear of theory that shit was weary

and I hear he dont be coming off the top

he better drop and give me fifty

cause if he dont shape up I take whats mine

and at your title, what you write I'll demolish

polish up your skills just forget all this

call it quits it's overwhelming

you keep failing to impress

you're sluggish, I'll put a fake mc to rest

I got pages for the courageous amazes

fazes my opponent leave the microphone bic

you're flow is basic, youll get erased quick

stick to fantasizing

you're wack and deny the fact that I win

ease the pain, I still remain the king

I sing a lullaby to nullify the lazy ass lame

famous mc

even a nameless mc gets unfriendly

so we out to check em

direct from O. Lindsey

A-Plus:

Why you gotta to do the kind of shit that I hate?

I find your shit to be fake,

your mind ain't fit to create

Cease see you later, mack

Accidents waitin to happen

trying to fade the Adam

They bags is broke when they attack him

cause I play the mack,