Closed Session

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo yo Babs, Close the door right there I see Phil (what up?), Defari (yeah), Planet Asia (that's right) We got spitters in here (come on) Man I got 16, you got 16? (Thats right) Ima set up shop right here (Dilated!) Yo close that door its a closed session It's for our people right here It's like that Across the globe Yo Babu, set up shop right there It's Beat Junkies crew Show everybody how we do it It's a closed session Yo Cigar, put the mic up Come on, let's go (Closed Session) No Question Yeah Babu! Yo yo, Beat Junkies, Dilated, here we go! (Closed session) [Verse 1 - Defari] I kicked in the door like Biggie Waving a 44 with a black laker beanie I pressed up on the petey (say what?) Told him "you better play my shit and act like you happy to see me" I'm Los Angeles' finest (here we go!) How many times I gotta say it? Fuck it, remind 'em I'm from the liquid, know my pedigree (that's right) It's hard work like my uncle Bellamy, rest in peace I like my freedom so no felonies There's glory in goin' to jail? That's what you tellin' me? You sound stupid like a prophecy (stupid) How can a man predict truth when he can't predict his next move? I keep it moving like a rolex (yeah) Hit the mini-meter long sleeve 4x (team) I need a do-rag in USC burgundy I gotta show it when I flow, oh yea they heard of me Here I am like Sanchez Don't give a damn I'll be rhymin with my grandkids, shit It's Hip-Hop since the beginning (come on) And it's gone be Hip-Hop till the endin', please believe I'm certified like a doctor (ha!) Except I'm off the Red Bull and that vodka, just for the night I'm impressario and eloquent with every word Neighborhood watch, hopping corners, every curb [Verse 2 - Evidence] Danger danger, the end is coming closer This Wild West cat keeps Tabasco in his holster I got a lasso that loops over your shoulder And a dangerous crew, like Too $hort, it's over Took three hundred thousand cats, I'm back To the rest of the world, it's the greatest new jack The mouth of the city, back when it wasn't that pretty No autographs, only signing those walls, doin' graffiti (Dilated) Imma sit up, and laugh how I crept it Got a little respect (yeah!), then did the unexpected (say what?) Who disappeared, then came back reinvented From Venice, while cats got knives like academic I'm Evidence, rather be a friend than foe Rather break bread than make dough, and hatin' on the low Legacies built, for those who can't admit to guilt And move on, it's our turn, it's our time, deal's sealed [Verse 3 - Phil da Agony] Who knew Babu would come up with the track To make Evidence write up the raps That cause Phil the Agony to react? Dilaters on the map (say what?) Planet Asia, Defari, Iriscience, we back (sesh) Pistol-packin', backpack raps, stomp tracks All over your neighborhood, so you can follow 'em back Dinosaur, used to be a North Ridge matador 'Til the Alcoholics took me on tour, sweatin' velours Sure as the Sun arise, Phil arrives at the occasion Playstations, tours like vacations (uh huh) Y'all need ventilation, when I start blazin' The Amazing Spider-Man wood you're tastin' Sticky like Peter Parker, my weed a little darker The Amsterdam whooptie-bam with the magic marker Written by the ones that spittin', bitten by the perpetrators And all the haters that watchin', listen (uh huh) Give these niggas church (church!), baptize they bitch ass In the Earth (Earth!), like I'm cursed with the verse (oh!) Search lights still looking for me in the Crescent Heights That's right, still gotta pay all [?] flights Nike nights, tuck rhymes to bed like nighty night Strung on traps, throw these raps in the sacrifice Dishin' it out, yeah, Agony, spliffin' the stout Dilated T, dick in ya mouth (come on) (bitch) [Verse 4 - Planet Asia] Ayo, white shirt, sleeves folded (yeah) Fat monkey on a bitch, bumping my shit (Planet Asia!) Usage, for promotion only Pretty Tony slick, witty with thoughts This shit is a sport, fifth with the [?] to torch, I'm zonin' Strongarmin' on and on and like Forming a mornin' roll and my motivation, pacing these four corners This is my coronation, Planet Asia's upon us Honest my Perignon be the most Dom-est Splash heat, flow half street, half Islamic And that's what I'm on, and you can ask anybody I crash up at any party, actually nasty with shawties After me, never could there be another actually rhyming Mountain climbin' these mics, we drop diamonds And stop time in its tracks, a actual fact of science Dilated violence, closed session I was diagnosed with the essence of lessons from the ancient giants [Verse 5 - Rakaa Iriscience] I'm the mushroom cloud, lay a motherfucker like Jules Bang bang, blazing microphones like tools We straight playin' suckas out like fools And turn clubs, even stadiums into night schools It's 594 on wax It's 187 on rap, pop all over the map The whole bubble, Heaven to Hell, then came back I spit a billion bars, and never came wack, kid You fuckin' with a vet (vet), and you should know better (that's right) Gold medals in letters because I flow better (come on) I twist up and blaze your whole crew [?] slide down [?] better Ah, when Babs starts a-drillin', you gon catch the feelin' (uh huh) We set the roof on fire, and we touch the ceilin' Plus I test my skills with the illest Brazilians The world's a city of God, so God bless the children It's Rakaa, I do much more than talkin' (uh huh) I bring that chocolate thunder like Darryl Dawkins I grew up watchin' my Lakers fight with Boston And hardcore [?] type of boxing Hustlin' outta Mom's crib, had to stop it [?] you had to use caution [?] in Midtown swap meet shopping And fifteen 80k-day hip-hoppin' It's over [Various ad-libs and scratching of the "closed session" sample]