HK This shit’ll make ya wanna grab the mic How can it not make ya wanna pick up the pen and write Aaaright, get crunk and then start a fight Do what you do, but make ya girl feel right tonight VR1 Got a better shot than an American Idol Cuz I’m so fresh like a whole can of Lysol I can attack ya like a wave that’s tidal And still be righteous just like a Bible Uh - oh and I’m outta control and I go for the T to the O Nas the Stillmatic I am the white Illmatic Spit spat attack just like an automatic Now I’m a watch your silly ass begin to panic Let me annunciate and have a verbal effect That’ll cause an all natural reflex To make ya body start wiggin’ and spaz out Until you black out, and pass out, what now Yeah I got it, patience but not several Besides you’re not the Tasmanian devil So don’t step to me wit your crew or your people Cuz to me your people are so feeble I’m a daredevil, like Evil Knievel I’m a give it to ya, give it to you real soon As soon as your butterfly ass exit cocoon Then Ka-boom Ha! Pop ya like balloon Don’t show your ass off, you’re not a baboon HK x2 This shit’ll make ya wanna grab the mic How can it not make ya wanna pick up the pen and write Aaaright, get crunk and then start a fight Do what you do, but make ya girl feel right tonight VR2 Sounds of realness, ya niggas a feel this Like joy and bliss I’m 25th, as Christmas I’m pissed so I’m puttin’ a hit list To burn MCs like an inferno to crispness This rocks your top, til ears pop So much verbal artillery, call me Fort Knox A voice box drops, lift off vocal shots Into your ass, you all ass mark a spot Oooo, ah heck, take a sec and check See if you catch the dialect, like runnin’ your headset Left to right, right to left, hot to deaf Kim, Common, Kweli, Thought much respect Niggas is awol, from outta control Thinkin’ money and ballin’ is the way to roll When they ruin the youth, through the musical stronghold It’s time to break mold, it’s time for them to fold HK x2 VR3 The street is Medusa, the head is all snakes Slithering and green cuz the money they take That’s why, half these niggas all fake Not in it for the love, they in it for the cake Us real MC’s see the fine line Between good and evil no money will blind Need to take control through a business mind So rebel, rebel, revolution it’s time The roots of divine, is said it's all mine Morale, Carlito, the Third Eye, it’s our time Once we rise, love ones who lost shine Regret nothin’ ya’ll and the futures a dime So uplift, respect, and be real Be with the most high before the seven seals Battle at Armageddon, and never be killed Chill in a new world where everything is healed HK x2