Lyrics

Yo, 1997 The Reign's Funk And the baddest motherfucker DJ on the planet Tony Touch 50 More Mc's You know what I'm saying So don't try to front 'cuz it's All Live So, Yo Ton' Lead the shit off, man One time Yo! Raise your love up enuff if you're still there And to those who rest in peace, y'all, we spill beer And in the name of you We're dropping enough and the skills here It's Powert Cypha Part 2, let's get Ill, yeah Once again, watch the Indian let go You'll see, I'll have the Soul Industry Pеtro (Why's that?) I'm jacking for beats, like a Clepto With 50 Morе MC's to leave your shit Wiped-so Stop what you're doing 'cuz I'm about to ruin The rhythm in the stylee that you're used to I sound Loco Sick in the Head, ma' que un poco I blast on those its Gas, like Sunoco I have Mocco, my "Arroz Con Pollo" Style be Mad Flavor "Adobo" It's one bobo I've heard you ain't low blow I've got more flow In case you don't know I slam Lingo My man, Domingo He lays me with the Track And we hit it like that It's Tony Touch All in the mix, without Kinko Cincuenta-y-Cinco, Vivo Don't blink out You might miss me Transformed like Bill Bixby Make history like I did on Tape 50 I rock Projects Don't act out like 'Nam Vets My Ill concepts Don't you like bomb threats? Cuz I'm different And don't compare me to another 'cuz they can't hang Word to the mother I'm different So don't compare me to another 'cuz they can't hang Word to the mother