Let It Be Known

Lyrics

[Intro: Ant Banks] Ah yeah... you know what I'm sayin'? Ant Banks in the house kickin' it with the boy Spice 1 Comin' at your dome, hey Spice let it be known, nigga [Verse 1: Spice 1] Spice 1 with the 31 flavors I be takin' my time so the suckers catch my vapors On the dope track, rollin' like a MAC-10 I'm a fool when I'm fuckin' with a fifth a gin Fly into the ass of a beat like a buckshot So damn dope I could be sold up on a drug spot This is a section of my many styles But my direction is to take MCs for many miles So, Peter Piper packed a perfect pickle peter Well, I pack a muthafuckin' milimeter Where? In my trunk with the bump and the funk slam Another brother like me sayin' god damn Fact one: I'm insane to my fuckin' brain Open up my mind and blast like it's a hurricane You're in front of a firin' squad And my job is just to let it be known Let it be known [Verse 2: Spice 1] Rolling up past a junkie in my Delta '88 With two A's in my lap, and my aim is kind of straight Lots of static up in my rhyme, bitches clingin' up to my noun Gettin' dope like a kilo or an ounce or a pound Bitin' up on my rhymes tell me how much you can chew up Niggas up in the rearview with his brains col' blew up I am not the one, not the two or the three'a I be what is known as S-P-I-C-E Let it be known, yeah Let it be known [Verse 3: Spice 1] Dope, how muthafuckin' funky can a nigga get Comin' with the shit ya can't fuck with After a murda I'ma step and then I couldn't see ya Lockin' him up inside my mind like in Santa Rita 187 muthafucka Kickin' that funky shit ya just can't get enough of Spice, the nigga that's icy like a popsickle Hard as a nickel muthafuckas act fickle Bet yet it tickle, 'cause the nine got the back side So I kick 'em 'cause the bullet take 'em for a ride On a long trip, get in your shit and dip 187 up in the tape deck with the muder shit Takin' a ship to the dome Spice 1 is in the house mutherfucker, so let it be known Yeah mutherfucker, let it be known [Verse 4: Spice 1] 4-1-5 is my hood, that's where I'm from bitch Black steel is my brother, fuck with me you'll get dissed Boom boom to the head now your body's numb I'll punk you out and slap your bitch and get a fifth a rum There you are C.B.Bannern' all your casualties That's what you get you fuck the 1-8-7 Faculty I'm a fool to my bone, that's what's goin' on My boy got static so I used this mobile telephone It was busy so I hung up and I called twice He said "who is it?" I said "it's M.C. muthafuckin' Spice" He told me "someone sold my boy up like some col'd slaw" Pack your nine, I'll pump the beat up in the Jaguar I push the brakes and smash the gas and started smokin' shit Picked up my phone and called my posse from the Oakland bitch Shot to the city like a nine to the boat yard We chopped him up and sent his fingers with the postcard Think I'm insane? No, I'm just a little senile And plus I'm caught up in this mutherfuckin' freestyle And all you suckers must'a had a fuckin' payday Nutty to fuck with S-P-I-C-E on any day I'm so insane that my mind is gone Check it out mutherfucker, let it be known