[Intro: Down Low Recka]
Eh yo , yo, you got one shot, one shot
One at a time man, don`t be floodin the mic
Word up, but you got to keep it real
Cuz bitch ass niggaz, hip-hop is on another level
And ain`t havin it no more son
[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
Aiyyo, yo, the next alliance of giants is now official
Fuck what you`re doin and cover the main issue
Beats hypnotic to tranq` your whole project
Lay down the concept then we eat off the prospect
I see shit done shit, still remain the one with
The legit high-potent clean record
The undefeated, undisputed
Form an army, you included
We can do this shit to hip-hop music
I Reign victorious, the audience, the eye witness
You can`t fuck with the vocab-ulist
You stay frontin, stay rappin `bout nuttin
You stay talkin `bout always bustin
Your gat and how it`s crack you be pumpin
Come on, tell me how that shit substantial
I take you out before you get the chance to
Feed these rap heads like hip-hop, bogus
To me your show, the stupid niggaz ain`t notice
They`re satisfied with the mediocre stroker
But once I get to bang it I bang it like it`s supposed to
Intelligently, honesty and loyalty to my people
You`re see through, that`s how I peeped you
Tryin to get over on the goods
Camouflaged in black, tryin to blend in with the hoods
God damn, some people never change
We never stick together that`s why shit remain the same
Do the knowledge but first go look the word up
Once I begin there`s no time to get stuck
Uh, in position to make the right decisions
Not an amateur, you know I`m top rank in this division
Bring a knucklehead and watch me beat some sense in him
Brown Hornet massage the brain like oxygen
Keep him conscious, pin-point the prognosis
Me and the mic is like high-powered explosives
[No Smiles]
First Pisces, some say I`m fishy and shiesty
Don`t like me? Get Aired out like Nikes
Rhymes, tightly, written ass spittin
Get an ass kickin for puttin yo` hands on my kitten
Set trippin, it`s gettin hot in the kitchen
If not, stop bitchin, I lock it down like prison
The jail system, get bail but still sentenced
This Hell I live in, killin each other for position
Crackhead Christians, black man listen
You don`t want no beef, you ain`t ready for the lickin
I Go deep before I make a move, I be thinkin
Chess playin, cess blazin, I`m amazin
Like four wheels I`m skatin, chasin for the paper
Scared niggaz pullin capers
[Tariff]
Stop who? You bit off more than you could chew
Sayin what you gon` do, plot hits on crew
But it ain`t nuttin new, niggaz been hatin since day one
Games I never played none, source like A1
You play dumb, I could tell a pussy when I see one
They talk, but when it comes to drama they walk
Lookin for support, all by yourself gettin caught
The Time`s runnin short and I`m comin with force
Shut down the fort, evacuate the premises
I`ma be the Last Man Standin but the first one who finishes
The Genesis, the new beginnin, it starts now
I spark crowds with a mean bite, and I bark loud
T.M.F. arch style, hittin `em up
Splittin `em up, you ain`t gettin up
You ain`t got no style, you ain`t sick enough
You niggaz move too slow, you ain`t quick enough
I switch it up, a mad scientist in a lab, mixin up
So when my shit drop, you better pick it up
And if your shit`s not hot, you better fix it up
Cuz I`m rollin with my team and there`s no clickin up
You ain`t big enough to touch, we build
The truth is now finally revealed and it`s no longer concealed
[Outro: Down Low Recka]
Oh my God, yo no one shot, I gave y`all niggaz one shot
And y`all wanna kill shit man, come on now
To all y`all brothers out there, competitors
To these brothers right here, opponents
Come on, y`all gotta take it up another level, man
Cuz hip-hop is now on a new level and a new plain
Shaolin, kid, T.M.F., GP, Pop Da Brown Hornet
No Smiles, Tariff, what? That`s right, 27 Warrant Squad
Yo, yo, it`s like, what? Black Posse, Paris Crew
Ya niggas don`t know man, Shaolin History
Staten Island, standing grounds...
