[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
You find an MC like me who's strong
Leavin' motherfuckers aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Khan though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the more power I gain
And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain
Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star
Finally realizing who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin', faded
Would it be the greatest MC of all time
When I created rhyme for the simple fact
When I attack I crush your pride
My intention to ride, every time all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
Breakin' in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with tha n***a you facing
We must be based on nothin' better than communication
Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waitin'
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin'
I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic
Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the bitch was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to "Rhythm Nation"
But thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in control I'm activatin' yo souls
You know, the way the games get controlled
Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote
Takin' off my coat, clearing my throat
[Chorus: Method Man]
I got my mind made up, come on... (come on)
Get in get in too (get on it)
Let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night
I got my mind made up, come on...
Get in get in too
Let it ride... tonight's tha night

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Well I comes through with two packs
Of the bomb prophylac's for protection
So my fuckin' sac won't collapse (Uh)
Cause nowadays', shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
Shows my heart's as cold as the Tundra
Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bombay
You got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei
My rhymes'll, leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly virus spread through your head like Sand Palm
There's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin'
I use my mental to assassinate assassins for those askin'
Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain
Laughter enhances the chances of the killin'
Why is that? 'Cause smilin' faces deceive
You best believe, to MCs, I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe
Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees (Uh)
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics
My verbal snipe your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall (Yeah)
Should already have an idea about the superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator (Equation)
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To L.A., on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
[Verse 4: Method Man]
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, stickin' up *Jews* with German *Lugers*
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan
Half of my clans repeat felons
N***as best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like icicles
Now, who wanna test Tical, them tes-ticles
All up in your motherfuckin' mouth
Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and pass or that's that ass
Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

[Verse 5: Redman]
Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin' tha criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards
Let's face it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with
Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted
Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted
I got connects like Federal Express
To get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch
Got the clear spot from tha rear block
To bust til every n***a here drop, men I fear not
Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop
Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot
With, this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the Bomb Analyst
Flip MC's like ki's
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned my escape in case Jake wanna snake bust it
I'm the one pushin' the hearse in the first place
Confidence for you shaky ass folks
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you hope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
(And I'm out for nine nickel)
[Verse 6: Inspectah Deck]
I set the mic in flames, my name's INS the Rebel!
Murder one style, smash mind states to pebbles
Mental terrorist, specialist at this
Menacing lyricist, leave crews defenseless
Hand designed landmines lick off like 9's
To paralyze everything, ears ring like door chimes
Heads start to turn like police who pass
Here to blast, my crew rush through like tear gas
Fuck a mask, we lace the place like the marshals
Sparkle like diamonds, but harmful as car fumes
Reckless rhymes start, relentless, ruckus
And fuck up the party for you paying motherfuckers!
Once I commence for you ladies and gents
I kick rhymes sharper than barbwire fence
The live and direct from Killah Hill Projects
Staten Island, New York, you can't help but to hawk
Lay it on you gentle, that's if you want it hostile
Sounds so underground, I write my rhymes on fossils
Tunes like this force me to get you open
Lyrically wet you up, until you're soaking

[Outro: Inspectah Deck]
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