The Presentation

Lyrics

Nick Wiz ft. 12 Block (DJ Nastee, A. Math, and Taste the Terror) - "The Presentation" [Emcee(s): A. Math (AKA Allah Mathematics) and Taste the Terror (AKA Taste)] [Producer(s): Nick Wiz] [Scratches: DJ Nastee] [Verse 1: A. Math, Taste the Terror, and 12 Block] Now first Of all, let's kill the propaganda. Hip hop's in a State of emergency, so I demand a recount You shouldn't have went platinum or gold while your candy asses Is winning and the true emcees fold. Now I'm Finna (Finna) get up in that ass like an enema with Skills that make the spot loose, cleans pussies like douche The deuce-deuce have a nigga killing like The Juice, and it's Beyond me why niggas on the West is sporting goose That's true. It's a lot of niggas getting it twisted, but The only thing we're twisting is a Dutch or a Philly True, G (G!), I be (Be) in your System like the group that had the platinum LP. Now if it's Rhyme skills you want (Uh!), then we got 'em (True), and it's my old Dad that tells me (Nah) the weed smoke's the problem (Nah) But it ain't, god. The shit that make you march like a saint, god (The saints come marching in!) I'm deadly just like the fumes in the paint, god. Remember: Boom, ba, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. Ha! And if your Lady say, "Ow!" then don't go. Everybody loves The sunshine! Bl-blink, bl-blink—that's on The strength (What?), but ain't got the wind to run the length, they stretch Their neck out (Uh!), but, uh, they can't cross the tape First image is nothing. Obey your thirst, so… [Hook: A. Math, Taste the Terror, and 12 Block] Now We came here tonight (Ha! Ha!) with this 12 Block presentation (Yeah, you know it), like bright Stars, we're shining bright (That's right!), giving you that "Come get down" sensation, (So) so (So) you Ladies, move your feet (Come on! Come on!), and just Boogie to the beat (And boogie to the beat! Check it out!), that 12 Block drop, (And!) and (Uh!) we won't stop and (What?) (Check!) No one can compete! (What?) (Lace 'em, Taste. Lace 'em) [Verse 2: Taste the Terror, A. Math, and 12 Block] Now, freak The funk up (Funk up). Niggas be ignorant like Archie Bunker (Bunker) The Block shine like the shaking bassline dunker (Dunker) For real though, brothers penetrate like a dildo (Uh!) Water like a Steve Kerr (Three!) three-point field goal, Moschino Where I can't smell it (Uh uh) and most can't spell it (True) Nor do they even know where the fuck they sell it To hell it. A lot of nine niggas busting pellets Odds are the hard ones didn't live to tell it. Now it's this Grooviest groove we're moving, showing and proving. Number One rank, undisputed, most high recruited, not To mention (Mention) it's all fruity 'cause of the extension (True) My intention to take it to the length on the strength of The vapors. Taste, my P.N.C. doing capers. It's This world-famous 12 Block showing. It was A party night (Yo!), everybody was shaking (Yo!) The house was breaking, but 12 niggas was money-making (Ha!) Money-getting (Getting!). Upon average niggas that we be shitting (Shitting!). Like a Twenty-room colonial laced out (Laced out!) with double kitchens [Hook: A. Math, Taste the Terror, and 12 Block] Now We came here tonight (Ha! Ha!) with this 12 Block presentation (Yeah, you know it! Yeah, yeah), like bright Stars, we're shining bright (That's right!), giving you that "Come get down" sensation, (So) so (So) you (So) Ladies, move your feet (Come on! And just), and just Boogie to the beat (Boogie to the beat!), that 12 Block drop, and we won't stop and No one can compete! Check me out now! [Bridge: Taste the Terror, A. Math, and 12 Block] Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot So you wanna be an emcee, huh? (Uh huh) Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot Then I got something for ya! Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot Step back, clown! You ain't down! Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot You're standing on shaky ground, ha! (Bang, nigga, what?!?)