1.9.8.6. (Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Baby Blak of Ill-Advised] What, too many thugs on mic's, bought to show ya niggas Lightning strikes, in the same place twice Put on my game face like Rice, 'til my name in lights Pain the price, game tight, put this train in flight The Baby Blak catalyst, wanna battle this, miraculous Flow, like Jesus chain watered the wine and marriages Averages sixty points a game, on point like cactuses Flippin' the spatulas on all ya'll wack rap amateurs – what? Don't even step in my circumference with dump shit Pump it, 30/30 to ya pumpkin when guns click The gun clips spit the verbal, one slipped Caused a funeral, do the styles, that's on some shit Swear to God on my unborn, I be the one on 93 million miles away, stars that kept the sun warm Sizzlin', fuck the jewels glistening, Cristal christenin' I'm dissin' 'em, they ain't spittin' it, we ain't listenin' They vision been blurred, can't recall what occurred When herb made words, we verbin' thirty-third to third Fuck what you heard, who preferred? Fly as a bird Wit' the nerve to serve emcees to the stage to the curb Leave no witnesses, no clues who ripped this shit Baby Blak wit' the gift to spit ridiculous West Philly streets to Brooklyn, on Saint Nicholas Who number 1 when I hit ya list? [Interlude: Black Thought] Check it out – who number one? Other squads have no title, title Other crew no have a title, title Some other emcee have a title, title Illa 5th, we out at Vital, Vital We outta dung-dung-di-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-di Diggy-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-di Remember the name of the crew dem call the P-5-D Remember the name of the crew, they call the, the – yo, check it out, yo – [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yo, down by a law, must be talkin' 'bout me It's the B-L-A-C-K, T-H-O-U-G-H-T 'Bout to school these crab niggas, show them how to emcee Yo, I'm sayin, represent, we comin' outta S.P.  Check it out, we take you a stab lower, approach closer Hold it down to the utmost, my mic toast ya Illa-Fifth, Ill-Advised, Illadel' adrenaline Sound waves leavin' you tremblin', as we begin again [Verse 3: Malik B.] Aiyo, I'm tryin to get this cash in abundance Redundantly, I represent the rugged Dundee The crack cost money, but yo, to try's free I'll whack a MC for ten thou' USD Now test me, give you one for coppin' the swine Stomp you wit' the Fifth emblem, leaving niggas tremblin' Visualize the kiss of death full of venom To minimize ya half ass freeze, you wack ass leaves My rap leaves you thugs full of poisonous back feeds Test ya whole attire, empire on fire I strike right back, six or ya might flat Get the whole round of applause, son, get the jaws [Hook: Rahsheed aka Maylay Sparks] From the South to the West To the East to the North To the Phi-La, son – the land of the lost Go off, disturbin' order, 5 mics in The Source Quake City, Roots Crew, it's yours, it's your's, it's your's