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by Brick City Kids

on Brick City Kids (1997)

[Intro: Brick City Kids & Sample]

[Verse 1: El Da Sensei]

'96, batter the cake splits, mix the batter
Add a karma, drama, under dawn scatter
MC's, they on E peep the steez
Whack niggas ease, left my lyrical status [?] death
FNX you talkin' trash, walkin' ass
My rap blasts ass, is fucked up in the bus-iness
It's time to bust brothers who be lackin' rap
And happy Looney Tunes actin' like they shit be happenin'
But nah, raw shit for ya, balance got the talent
To school rap fools, some say they rule I can't stand it
But never in the rush, strut pussyfootin' up
My style's heated like cookin', I'm hookin' dough to stuff
I'm one type, right my souls, dynamite for spite
I'm fightin' those crews and forecast news of plight
Might, this be, MC, jealous of the flow?
The super rap bro, do you really wanna know?

[Hook x4: Sample]

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Now time to get it goin' on
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[Verse 2: Tame One]

In this profession ain't no time for second guessin'
Crews be testin' (no question), I'm leavin' suckas stressin'
Mad wax 'cause I wreck sets and clog checks
Half niggas like projects and boo crews who rock next
I know these broke ass MC's who lack focus
Won't approach us, they keep it real in small doses
Posin' for posters, holdin' up they noses
Not knowin' that they can't make A.G. without Showbiz
Frontin' for hoes but ain't got one show the first
Curse my verse 'cause it hurts, rappers survive by sellin' t-shirts
I put my lifestyle on wax and made a few stacks
But still got ditched after my label made they loot back
Less similar sound than MC's run routines
While I'm stuck in between, doin' my dream and gettin' cream
My whole team feels for ill skills I spill out
But when you rock spots I hear your block yells out ''sellout''
And since I'm frontin' I'ma run it with intentions
From nondescript Nick Wiz to dissin' boy [?]
I'm endin' all that dumb shit like Jim Henson
Serve niggas like Bens and preventin' crews from representin'

[Hook x6: Sample]

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Now time to get it goin' on
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[Verse 3: El Da Sensei & Tame One]

My slick talk be talkin', stalkin' tags in malls
Hauls in action, hittin' those spots brothers be jackin'
Still be maxin', page after page, stage after stage
Engage for snappin', happen to be true to rappin'
Closed caption effects from the king of dialect
I inject flow that will blow the whole fuckin' set
Peep the time check
Pass to Artifact one true Tame, one be Artifact number 2

A-yo check the data on the rappers that'll touch ya
And ring alarms 'cause we got the bombs like Russia
Monosyllabic habits of rappin' sound erratic
While our lines rig mines and distract like wet fabric
Fantastic like Four Roll, like World Wars
I come across like bridgeworkin'
Plus I heard your image when I tour (now what was that for?)
Ditched two backflips for these rappers with black lips
And action packed lyrics and hieroglyphics on a half inch

[Hook x10: Sample]

What what
Now time to get it goin' on
What what