Oh Really? You think you murdered the track
Impact of the back of the billy, club
Take it back to what rap really, was
Make so much noise we could
Barely hear your buzz
That's why we've got these
Rappers scared of us
These other emcees just don't compare to us

KRS-One, Buckshot we back again
Time for you rappers to take
Of the mask again
From one to ten, we pass the ten
Bumping Dead Prez cause I'm an African
I'm naughty by nature, raunchy by nature
Forty by nature
Y'all Corny by nature Meaning
All of y'all naturally whack
And I'm naturally dope like coke before crack
Oh Really? I'm more like the weed in this rap
And these new jacks are more like
The seeds in this rap i don't need to react
I don't even need to reach for the gat
I can see how you speak and you act
You'll be laying in the ground in five days
If this was the seventeen hundreds
You'd be my slave
If this was ten thousand BC you'd
Be living in my cave
I'm bringing new meaning to
The term 'I'm saved'
I'm like a mountain man, unshaved
Walk through ice and fire unscathed
I'm living proof that you get
Better with your age
Hip-Hop's a journal, I'm turning the page
Yo Buckshot

Everybody get the gauge
Don't play with me I ain't a video game
I'm so serious
Put so many holes in your brain
You oblivious to the fact You owe period
Who the asset and who the ass that
Oh there he is (Hah)
Neck full of high class diamonds
Wrist looking like you made a
Trip to my hymen
In the colosseum, or harlem, or canal
You cop jewels by the penny weight?
I go by the pound
Anyway, I go by the style, not by the sound
So when you cop my CD you can go out of town
Go out of bounds, I'm blowing the whistle
Referee BDP y'all know I'm official
Y'all go on my tissue
Y'all niggas are shitty, you get wiped out
Lights out
You can't outwit me, outsmart me or outfit me
Yeah this my gear, I got an arsenal with me
Nigga it's my year

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BRADLEY DEVCICH, DANE AARON RUMBLE, JEREMY CHARLES KENT-JOHNSTON