[Intro]
(Freak it now)
Knights will come, be advised
They`ll come for them
Be advised they`ll come
Someone`s sure that they`ll be here
[Double K]
Yo Thes, what (what up?)
Can you rock the mic?
[Thes One]
A ha ha, my mellow my man, it`s like ridin` a bike
Uh, Double K
[Double K]
What`s Up?
[Thes One]
Can you rock it?
[Double K]
Like ridin` a bike, but only with training wheels
So what, shoot the gift and let them know the deal
[Thes One]
I shoot the gift like NRA members on Christmas
Morning warning rock MCs like isthmus like a principal
[Hook]
I`m the principal, our crew`s invincible
Under The Stairs
Impairs auditroy of your whole municipal (municipal?)
Code area, attack like malaria
Concrete jungle bundle of joy
With bobby-boys
It`s scary to think our tape destroys your crew`s hopes (what?)
I can`t cope with that, say no
Put it on a DAT, Double K
`Cause everything I say will one day give away
Or another recovered in it`s original place
Signify this straight caligrified verse
Petrified rock, put your goddamn block in a herse
[Thes One]
Only thing worse, chaos bursts the eardrums, the P
Making the beats and rhymes funkally-dunkally
Fat like chunky here, but not out for radio play
Here`s a crew washing the wax my mind space
Tight A, not Navy deals, no way
Pets for three sixty five days
I add a fourth `cause I leap year
I leave tracks like Amtrack
Battles the P and Superman
After that your crew will try and forget like Izoin(?)
It`s the Amistad, man Beckets(?) know it better
I rip it all up like a letter for the principal
[Hook]
[Thes One]
Chaos bursts...(Double K cuts in)
[Double K]
(Unintelligible) my crew bad as milk
That`s one, lace the track
Like a blow with the weak smell
Nigga, your stunned
Other from the brothers with another monkey(?) shit
Put the viddy(?) on the stick and make sure it don`t skip
Hip-Hoppin is reallest, punk
You know you wanna admit it
All these crews runnin around with fat tracks
They don`t get it, the gettin distressed (word?)
The gettin me mad
[Thes One]
So what you sayin, Double K?
[Double K]
Just put that shit on my tab
Don`t feel like dealin` with it now
I`ll deal with it later
See, the mic`s in my possesion
Yo, so while she did it
To the minmute
Stupid frontin` since we first stepped in
Brought it back a couple of times
Now you give it a grin
First you tell your homey,
Yeah man, that shit`s fresh!
Didn`t know this kinda shit could be lurkin` the west
We puttin` hair on your chest
We flow with no hesitation
Late radio stations ain`t allowed on these premesis
Millions hearin` this
Late at night like domestic violece
Smackin` you the fuck up
Until we get some silence (word)
Keep you like Judge Judy on the mic
Puttin` up a fight
Rollin` hard `till the break of daylight
So next time you corny niggas wanna come hardcore
Go listen to `Lil Kim (word...)
What`s the time? Time to rock our shit
(Scratched until end in various ways)
