Untitled/Fantastic

Lyrics

[Part I: "Untitled"] [Verse 1: T3 & Baatin] Yo, you owe it to me, give up the cash up out the sleeve (All out the sleeve) And I'ma show you all how to MC (All how to MC) See, I can rock a forum or rock with hababi (Rock with hababi) I rock with OP, one of the soldiers of the team (One of the soldiers of the team) See, y'all niggas is dope fiends hopin' for a dream (Hopin' for a dream) I intervene like a case of gangrene (Gan', gan') Gain the green and exit the scene (Scene) With a fine chick who could fill up a pair of jeans (Pair of jeans) See, I'm doin' this shit, doin' this shit for McNich (McNich) And niggas at Conant Gardens who tryin' to do shit (Conant Gardens) See, life ain't a game, it remains intense (Intense) Lock onto a nigga like a dog tracin' a scent See, you gotta get your money, you gots to pay rent (Pay your rent) Feelin' it, y'all, S are it [Verse 2: Baatin] Uh, one of the musical priests, we form the lyrical Voltron Hypocrites get stepped up-on in the combat Don't you come back until you wax your soul This the spiritual warfare, you up against The lord of the first high priest, Melchizedek Don't you conceive this, just sit back Breathe, I got more where this come from, from Jay Dee, the original drum master You will never hit the best (Best) Fast or slow (Slow), It doesn't matter, though T3 times the MC callin' the lap (Lap) Baatin, I'm the one who's in the tree of life (Life, yeah) Hold tight, don't ever give up in the fight Grace (Grace), can only come into the sight Soul power, it ignites like the sun SV dominates the industry for fun (Fun) Fun (Fun, fun, fun), and I'm done (Fun) [Verse 3: Jay Dee] Yeah, yeah, uh To-to, to-to the beat Yeah, yeah You know we can't-can't stop, we can't-can't quit Stances, answers, put up your hands and fist (Come on) For the band, and if you can't stand One of my mans, then you're sleepin', on some Sandman shit (Come on) Like damn, man, wake up SV bring the action on some Van Damme **** More like a grand-slam hit (Come on) For the whole fam, flipped it on the handstand tip (Come on) We get the dough and dip, straight up, the wham-bam ish Before we go-go and get it on some damn Wham! shit Uh, Air Nikes, some secondhand-brand kicks (Uh-huh) Rippin' from the D down to San Fransisc' To Japan-land, it's the brand new (Huh) We can't, can't move, feel like the Trans Am do (Do), do (Do) Don't stop, we can't-can't quit We can't-can't, we can't-can't We can't-can't stop, we can't-can't quit, we can't-can't [Part II: "Fantastic"] [All] Ayo This is for y'all to dance to it slow 'Cause it's fantastic It's fantastic It's fantastic It's fantastic We say, "Fantast'," and roll You say, "Huh? What?" You know This that shh, ayo This is for y'all to dance to it slow 'Cause it's fantastic It's fantastic It's fantastic