Lyrics

[Hook] You with this? (We Wit It, We Wit It) You with this? (We Wit It, We Wit It) You with this? (We Wit It, We Wit It) (Yeaaaah) You with this? (We Wit It, We Wit It) You with this? (We Wit It, We Wit It) You with this? (We Wit It, We Wit It) (Yeaaaah) [Verse 1: Grandmaster Caz] Grandmaster Caz, and I'mma flip the script like a pancake And you can take my word to the bank on my handshake 'Cause all I got is my word and my balls, son And I don't break them for no one I'm cool as a jewel, fool, lamp while I'm at this 'Cause you couldn't hang with the slang if you practiced Your flow is too slow, you couldn't win with a sail-up I'm bold and it's looking I got you, hold your tail up [Verse 2: Big Daddy Kane] Code red, it's danger, here comes Kane, the Microphone assassin, here to bring pain to Rappers that be thinking they just a bit off But the only way you could be my match just like my sitter, huh I'll leave a rapper feeling timid, you know you can't win it The skills are the god, it's way out your limit They look at me as a legendary type of figure Rappers be like, "Man, I ain't fucking with that nigga" [Verse 3: Special K] You see, it's not about lucky when the rhyme smokes Stroke by stroke of my pen, I send average folks Into frenzies, I intend these Words to compel, suckers are in these Mediocre tribes, who attempt to invade In the course of the road, I chose to get paid You want to know something? Just ask Make sure you're ready 'cause you might get a foot in your ass [Hook] [Verse 4: Heavy D] The strangest things be happening to a nigga like me After growing old, who thought I'd be flowing on tracks with the Treacherous Three It's crazy, I could never be Swayze I'm asking my La-Z-Boy, and the niggas don't faze me, boy It's H to the E to the A to the V to the Y to the D Imperial, healthy like cereal, I will I will I'm in the zone, I'm not alone, I got the Treach with me Brothers turn sex when we flex, hey yo don't step to me [Verse 5: Tito] Raising active, captive unattractive Now you came back from a fatal impact, jack Interrogate 'em, I weighed 'em, decapitate 'em, I slayed 'em I mutilate 'em, no ultimatum Crews, clans, kiss hands, get mounted like rubber bands Here's some other plans, cuff them in quicksand Lyrics explosive like cyanide doses Death's your hostess, you better get ghost, kid [Verse 6: L.A. Sunshine] These rap bags be coming dragging, I've had enough Of the rough stuff, 'cause everybody's trying to be tough, but I'mma take it to another height that another brother might Not be able to go, check out the flow I'm tired of hearing what I'm hearing about, me disappearing You young bucks are driving but nobody's steering My reputation could never be on the line Delivered, sealed, signed, Sunshine! [Hook] [Verse 7: Melle Mel] Money or honey, big Melle is with it Had more drunken women than the Betty Ford Clinic My bedroom is the Temple of Doom And I'm getting more drawers than Fruit of the Loom, 'cause Melle's the one, doing the new, the old, the old with the new The people, the rhythm, the type of the rhyme, the word I'm with and all that I'm here to get paid like a bill Got a thousand emcees, killed them, man [Verse 8: Chuck D] The T, the Three, the oh, oh my Bet you why don't you, fetch you why won't you Kick it to the side over here, berry pie I get down with this legendary shh Be quiet, listen to this, don't try it I'm down with the Moe, K. and L.A. Riot Better take a train, careful, I bust Break out! Before you get bumrushed, come on [Verse 9: Kool Moe Dee] Rip, flip, wreck, wit, rant, rave, run, riff If you want to step to this, then I suggest you just Go get hit, take another hit, get lit 'Cause I'mma light it up and treat you like a spliff Smoke you, toke you, break you, once I broke you I'mma pass the mic and let the next man smoke you 'Cause I don't get high on chronic or weed I don't smoke nothing but mics and emcees [Hook x2]