{Intro}
ILLite Cypher...
DLow, Lil Maniac, Kid Phantom, and SiK Rebel.
Let's Go,
{Verse 1}
DLow;
Real nigga,
I'm comin' up out the gutter,
My trigger finger be trippin'
Soo, Its best you duck for cover,
Yeah, I'm head huntin'
Ain't never frontin'
I Bust For Nothin'
Most nigga's have to brag,
But Me,
I just let my raps speak.
Yeah, I said somethin'
Tired of the actin from rappers rappin
that whack shit,
Cuz me, I'm Rappin with my homies and
we only spittin' classics.
We be,
The ILLest Killaz Out here spittin'
tragic,
Peice a couple bars,
Man, then damn its like magic,
Man i keep it 300%
While you other fags are slackin'
It's D, Peace.
Uh, Yeah,
Lil Maniac, You already know what it
is...
Lil Maniac;New rapper's are empty baggie's
I'm fulla' this dope to pass around,
foolishness shows,
That you hooligan's know
That actin' out's
A fuckin' way to inspire the music wrote,
Actin' out is another way to retire the music folk
I grew offa' these Hand-Me-Downs,
Decided To Kill a mic,
I,Throw off these Hand-Me-Down's
And pound my chest like Gorilla
Fights,
Then think of better chill nights
When i feel Ight,
Life is Tough,
It's somethin' we figure out
Real vividly,
I paint another picture for now.
Even though to my Older Sister I'm a
Stick in the ground.
I'll Give it all I got to Hip-Hop,
No way that I'm fit to bounce,
Cheetah to these beats,
Uh,
Viscous with a wicked pounce,
Now you feel it?
How you feel when Real Is All I spit
about.
Uh,
Yeah, Yeah.
Kid Phantom,
Yo,
Kid Phantom;
Hip Hop saved my life
So its time to repay the debt.
I'm here to sever necks
I'm better,
Better yet, next lesson,
Yo, we never met
Better remember to never let up or
settle for less,
Uh,
Check it, Check it, Check it,
And Check it up off ya' Checklist,
Let me get a second to mention my next
weapon is pressin' the red button...
Embedded in my head,
I'm ahead of the rest of'em
Uh,
Yeah,
Click Clack Blap!
You can try to fight it off,
Get Back Jack Or You'll Wind Up In a Box,
Get it?
Uh,
Jack In The Box.
I'm never matchin' my socks.
Oh damn, yeah I am,
Man i'm passin' it off...
Uh.
Yo Yo Uh,
SiK Rebel,
Yo,
SiK Rebel;
SiK Rebel;
I don't need no weapon
To disconnect all ya' teeth.
Flames,
When I breathe blades,
When I speak
I eat, beast, and feast tapes.
Get ya' weapon's
You steppin?
You'll rep a knee brace.
Yo,
Where da' Flames at?
Mr. Tabor hot as some coals.
Yo where da' steaks at?
You don't want no beef,
Yo Homie
The beast'll take that,
And leave it in his teeth, at night,
Cuz he likes a late snack.
Quit your fake rap's,
You're whack, I laugh, and lay back...
With my page packed,
Of miscellaneous disses.
When you wanna kick up some buisness
is when it gets me.
Hits me in the face
Then swiftly right into place
I hit the brakes on talkin'
and rock'em until he breaks.
Uh,
Start trippin'
you fittin' to fuck ya face up,
Dog I aint no Kaduk
Faggot rappin'
No made up.
Kid, I work my asses off in classes,
Fuck the passin' and passes,
My fire's wild,
I'll Burn a rapper to ashes...
Yeah, SiK Rebel.
You get the message yet?