Ha Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
We in the B room...I wish I had the A room...
KMD H2o and this is how we go
("I don't really know but somebody said some musical rhythms can fuck wit ya head")

[Taste]
Original recipe but not from Kentucky
Bunch of nilla ass n***as throwin' bolos like Rocky
Pass the ism and watch a n***a get risen
Witcha pen to the pad I fuck ya head up with this rhythm, um
With the phat shit that make your fuckin' hat flip
(Back)I can do the boogaloo black and then the full split
Swingin' the ep with H2O and K.M.D
Comin' crazy mad looped for the nineteen nine three
So tap the bottom of my forty and then pass it
I'd like to take this time to say peace to the masses
We kicks the shit to put the rump in your trunk, 'cause
We got the funk we got it
We got the funk and don't forget it
Taste the terror in ya area, so check it
Gets more wreck than Larry Davis undetected
So pass the Philly so a n***a can get red
By the way some shit can fuck wit' the head

("Some musical rhythms can")
(Back up! Back up!)

[Zev Love X]
Step back you dilly stunts
I'm illy more than once a day
I'm rollin' Phillie blunts till I'm really a silly dunce
So don't fuck around, the X ain't glued tight
Oh, yeah, I'll tell ya somethin', your drums ain't cued right
I write with the crude light beam from a street lamp
It's under the cherry moon, to me that's a cheap tramp
The drips from the bottle gettin' hit from the back, kid
The O.E. poster model gettin' stuck like thumbtacks did sticker
I'm sicker than the black plague I'm quicker
To fuck wit' ya head like hard liquor, ooiiee
Cold spin the U-ey, teks out the hatchback
Gooey be the bastards, punch buggy black attack
I wish to be, rich like daddy
But when I bite into a York peppermint patty, I'm batty
I'm needin' new frontier to conquer
'Cause in rap, there's more toys than Tonka
Like a tumor or a rumor, I'm finna spread
Somebody said, some musical rhythms can fuck wit' ya head
I don't really know but...

Somebody said ? fuck wit ya head!
Check it out check it out check it out check it out
Fuck wit ya head!
Check it out, check it out, check it out, who's next n***a, time out
[DL]
DL DL! That's my name don't wear it out
With all due respect, but get my dick out your mouth
Your fiendin', your fiendin' so I hit you with these dope
Rhymes that I eject with the levels of the smoke
The boom to the dome when a physical reacts
I'm stronger than cooked cocaine, I mean crack
Not condonin' the usage of drugs, or drug abuse
The positive brothers with a charge, who needs a boost?
I pop mad shit cause there's enough to go around
I stay on the DOWN with a chick cross town
So all ya bitch take ya pills if ya know what's real
And if ya know what's real, all ya bitch take ya pills
I kick the fat shit, and make it hard to handle
If your bitin' on my dick, it makes you a cannibal
Never simplistic, but always realistic
No you can't hit this so don't try the fit this (Check it)
Let me bust off and bust it down with some lead
N***as from the 12, fuckin' wit ya head

I'll Check it out check it out check it out check it out, check it out, fuck wit ya head!
I'll Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out yo, fuck wit ya head!
I'll check it out! Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out yo, fuck wit ya head!
I'll check it out, check it out, fuck wit ya head!

[Subroc]
Mr. Roc the cock blocker, bullet blocker
With the tears I give ya fears I'm the eardrum knocka
Villain, I knocked 'em out to the head
I used the 'chete so he didn't pull the bullet instead
He knew I was the man standin' there
He ran with fear, and I troubled there
I take ya girl N***A
Ya jealous N***A
I got the fellas and we're all runnin' triggers
Me and my black rugged time machine
I bury kids, teleport to dream
Have a seat yeah, sit right there
In the electric chair, so I'll cut off ya hair
Be out, no you can't get no cash back
Ya get the back smack, yes my boys crack on ya ass
Let me just slow down time
And make some musical rhythms that fuck wit ya mind
Check it out check it out
Fuck wit ya head!
..Fuck wit ya head!
Check it out! Fuck wit ya head!
... "Musical rhythms can fuck wit ya head!"