press the panic button god
we got the rhythm that makes your fingers
we're known to give a show plus handle our biz-ness
we're known to make noise as the original b-boys
creates the ill scenes when we manifest
cause it's the butter from the crew
while we kick the style that busts your blood vessles
pick up a pill and feel em kill em with your vocalism
i shoot the gift puffin another cold spliff
fools are coming quicker than anna nicole smith
malginant metaphors and ganja stay herbs
we conjugate verbs and constipate nerds like you
i'm hear to end the conspiracy
so you can really see the real mc's at hand
i'm tuna fish on the stickshift
and for the niggaz who feel
the way you're livin get your undewater baptism
put a bullet in the head of four in mount rushmore
release the beast from within
keep company with friends that repel sin
i'm out to win ain't no pretendin
the day that my soul descended
but they got no character
so we preparin you for war
you need to stand up for your rights
and grab a mic and get loose
produce the juice that keeps the head on
collosion with the new world order opposition
there's only one in the universe
that knows the final outcome
we got incarcerated minds
vibin off the rhymes sent from the di-vine essence
so don't mistake us for a crew that used to hit
we on some underground certified wild style shit
ninety-five a.d. be be causin ramifications
sendin brothers on grammar vacations
bustin shots on people basin
but we can delete constipation
and we got the cure for this rap disease
so come on everybody let's all get down
cause i'm down by law and i know my way around