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[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, 
see that's an everyday thing 
you can peep these hoes jocking in whenever we hang 
I gets game from 'em, see hieroglyphics came from the 
east side of O. 
getting jocked when we try to go 
to these funk missions 
with a grudge written overnight 
rappers come wishin 
but Plus hold the mic and slap you with the bump shit 
them hoes jock me the most, 
wish I was there 
when them cowards jumped Donnie and Los 
we own all mics in the solar system 
you gets dropped when the Souls come reposessing props 
with the older wisdom 
and the beat it just drops and I hold the rhythm 
Souls of mischief is the coldest 

[Chorus] 


To all you crews thinkin we was weak as you 
well would you listen to a doozy, 
you're lucky that we dissaprove and frown 
at that candy coated cartoon clown shit 
we don't allow it, (naw that would make us some hypocrites) 
you scared yourself into popping lip and jest 
suckers saving face but catch it in the chest 
so just abate your haste 
To activate your _________ 
cause he eat the best rhymer 
stop your crew up with jemima 
I got the tool just ____ of the drama 
Yo but that's madness, my shit's the bump 
If I didn't have hits, I'd persist to pump 
my mind to capacity till the shit just dump out on the sidewalk 
and only then would I sqawk 
and babble nonsense 
ripping this shit long as I'm conscious 
and even in your dreams you'll fiend and follow it 
no paths you better quit 'for y'all and get with the 
vocabulary lunchmeats 
suckers smoke pads 
of something lack the gumption get smacked when we up in the house 
Niggas are fake 
they gettin baked trying to penetrate the inferno 
I surround the microphone wit 
cause to the highest degrees mc's marvel over me 
I never reconsider getting rid of them 
they perishing embarassing as the air gets thin 
I stare em in the eyes before I wear them in 
its no comparison to the immaculate 
you get ramshackled with the mic 
lanced with the javelin for rattling off at the lip 
(Get off my dick) 
But you can think what'f I stigmatized if you tried 
it's circumstantial 
you niggas are unadvanced with the mic 
in avalanche you don't have a chance just dance to 
the beat I'm notorious for bics 
niggas trying to come to grips but its 
inevitable you'll never know 
execution is your only resoultion 
so retrace your steps or face your death 

[Chorus]

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