Set the Mood

Lyrics

[Intro: Maseo, (Posdnuous) & Indeed] Now check it (Sup, cat?) Let me set the mood here, aight? (Aight, aight... cool) We gonna... set it off with In-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed (Yeah?) (Yeah, that's right) (Whatever...) You know – la-la-la-la-ladies first and all that (That's right, ladies first) (Alright, you got it, you got it) So, peep it – you see this girl Who been poppin' mad shit about you (Uh-huh) So I want you to get into it a little bit I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that – I want her hurt [Verse 1: Indeed] I was sittin' on my lunch break, grittin' my teeth It's the last day of the week, man, what a relief My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff So I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff That's when I seen her, steppin' out a rented yellow Beemer This local ghetto fame rap cat, her name was Tina She was braggin' she was goin' on tour The same shit she was screamin' since the year before Ever since the De La Soul video, she seen me on the TV Heard that she was holdin' a grudge and tryin' to see me Workin' underground circuits and mad ciphers of people When she asked who was ill, all she got was "Indeed" She wanna battle (What?) and it wasn't hard to tell All that I was thinkin' 'bout was tryin' to smoke my L I had four hours left and I was tired as hell Plus it was 12:55, almost time for the bell She had an ill screwface mug, fronting like she's no joke Gangsta bitch profile, boppin' like her leg broke 40 Below Timbos, fatigues saggin' Pullin' all her money out her pocket while she's braggin' On her gold fronts with her name on it Her ice finger roll, head g-low while she claim fame on it I peeped the stee', then I crushed her with ease Just for interruptin' me while I was rollin' my tree [Interlude: Maseo, (Posdnuous)] AIGHT? (Whoo!) That shit was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (Word) Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up For my man Mercenary (Aight, aight, yo, let's do this, whassup?) Yo, I don't want you to make it like A story or nothin' (Aight) I just wa-wa–wan-wan-want want you to Come on some straight rhy-rhy-rhyme–rhy-rhy-rhy-rhyme shit Rip a nigga in his ass! And let him know how we do it, f-f-f-fool! [Verse 2: Posdnuous] Now Maseo puff cheeba, while Rich sniff lines David J push the whip while Ken and Khal pull dimes And me right behind, with the shorty gettin' her math To do the Savion routine and just – tap that ass Still the one who kill wackness, man, I left them niggas crippled Had 'em on soft to hard, back to soft like a nipple My Art is Official while you're art-ificial Break you down to your very last participle Let me enlighten you, 'cause your third eye's on dim Me gettin' taken out is rare, like a smile from Rakim See I'm remarkable, you're just Bull Last name Shit – y'all niggas need to quit Open your mitt, and catch this I'll autograph every word you bit Grab a five and take your picture Got an infinity of non-rhymes to hit ya While your whole clan is bland Understand that you must be smokin' pounds of weed out of a pipe And mistook your munchies, for bein' hungry for the mic And now you have to deal with these cats who's truly real Like estates with a pit on the lawn, barkin' through gates Put the whole entire plate in your face Make you point, like "Who's that on that joint?" – it's me I'm in everything you see, like crayon, yo, I'm in demand I'm in the club, man, I'm in your hand Bein' bought, I'm even in the thought from your girl The only thing you're "in" is inactive Your world'll get smashed Run against the Won and you'll be last Like that call for alcohol, depletin' your cash [Outro: Maseo] That's how you supposed to get in somebody ass, y'knowhatmsayin?! Know-know-know, know-know, know-know that! Hahahahahaha