Digi Warfare

Lyrics

[Intro: Masta Killa] We gon' take this back, crazy old school Off the head one time, get a DJ something to a-- Chika-chika-chika-chika-chicka-chicka-chhhh Get 'em something to scratch, y'knowhatimsayin? My nigga Choco, Jam Master Jay on the 1's and 2's Peace Allah Math, Red Alert, Marley Marl Kid Capri, Funkmaster Flex and uh, Mr. Cee I can't forget, Sway & Tech Jazz Joyce, DJ Clue, Cocoa Chanel Irief Jamel, I rocks the mic well, well Rock the mic well, well, well.. [Verse 1: Masta Killa] On and on to the break of dawn Hot Butter on, say 'what the popcorn' Freak 'em to the left, while we rock 'em to the right Brooklyn in the house, who wanna fight? Can we bounce? Roll to the skate, your rock? Hip to the hop and ya don't dare stop Come alive party people, gimme what you got I guess by now you can take a hunch Fine, I'm the ninth member of the bunch Rockin' old school ain't shit to me MCs OD on the shit that I wrote Can we smoke while I'm drinkin'? I'm thinkin' of bonin' Sugar, I wanna ride your ass until the mornin' Leave you moanin: Jamel Irief, High Chief Comin' out of East Medins [Chorus: Masta Killa] Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas Lookin' real good from ya toes to ya weave Tell the fellas back up and like let ya breathe Fellas in the house if ya know ya live Punch niggas in the face from Cali to Bed-stuy Handlin' the steel if the shit get real Just flip a pie and stack ya mil' [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Activation, mind starts sparkin' Constant elevation, sky walkin' David Thompson, my Wu niggas stompin' Down the boulevard, shakin' your ass You better watch yo self, I'm type slick With a nice size ---, let me see you work it She wanna suck it in public Ol' Dirty Bastard can use it on the visitings, you wit' it? Then holla like wheels on a peel, don't squeal Just keep it on the 'lils, for the Masta Kill Just givin' you somethin' that y'all can feel I see you in the hood, then your fam from Tilden Slid through the back of the buildin', heat concealed in Stare to your place Rae bombed the elevator, an Incarcerated Scarface, here, taste The lace from the dominant race to the base In your face like paste, baby doll Uh, uh, uh, uh, yes yes y'all Welcome to the block party, shots lick off You might wanna hit the deck, but stay calm It's only us, every thing's still well plush We freakin' the streets, the Shiek shows the beat [Interlude: RZA (U-God)] One two, one two I'ma try this one more time, son Let me in there, yo put that nigga back son (Yeah, hit hard) [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Like... hip-hop, like socialize Clean out your ears and you open your eyes Liquid Sword to the city Peace Allah Just, that's one of the committee Let's hook up at the 6 for a chess contest Relieve a little stress, I'll snatch a bag of the Uptown's best Make you love it when you smell it It's the velvet, block of chocolate for a hundred Dread' got pounds, if you wanna get down Or we can catch 'em on the next round My universal sound is like world renowned World renowned, world renowned My universal sound is like world renowned {*echoes*} [Chorus: Masta Killa] Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas Lookin' real good from ya toes to ya weave Tell the fellas back up and like let ya breathe Fellas in the house if ya know ya live Punch niggas in the face from Cali to Bed-Stuy Handlin' the steel if the shit get real Just flip a pie and stack ya mil'