style wars

check it out and

check it out and a

check it out and

check it out and a

check it out and

check it out and a

check it out and

check it out and a

it's the ricky

here we go

ticky

'tavi'

yo my dick be

brown like robbie

i'll be fryin'

heads with my scientifical

mind

your brain cells are fryin'

flying

flackin'

packin' a tour

mackin'

jackin'

smackin' a whore

so fuck lodi dodi or

any other hottie

uh

i get wrecked like the planes at la guardia

i'm rowdy like roddy piper

i'm hyper

type of guy to let it fly like a sniper

viper

flashin'

slashin' a verse and

here's more nigga-nigga

black like a hearse and

cursin' crazy

dirty ass mouth

my dick is longer than 95-south

damn

i'm teed off like howie

like roxanne i'm real

plus i'm the master who talk what he feel

like a eel

electrifyin'

i'm tryin' to

stop the madness

the black man is dyin'

word up

dialect for the dome

i live in a cage but the cage ain't my home

i'm a chrome down and a wide body kit

i'm bold like that shit you wash your clothes with

so sit down and check how i am

but that's not who i am

hut one

hut two

hut three

hut four

that is the sound when it's time to go to war

that is the sound when it's time to go to war

that is the sound when it's time to go to war

that is the sound when it's time to go to war

follow me and

follow me and a

everybody

everybody

follow me and a

everybody

everybody

follow me and a

you wanna go to war with the nigga then you're sick

i'm quick with the hut one

two that i kick

ass

pumpin' like gas through your town

and i won't turn my jungle music down

you can call it what you want but i came to cause a commotion

check out the flow son

you might get the notion

to run but you cannot hide

there's no escapin'

the super-duper

hero with a cape and

your son bought my tape and

you're wanted for raping

my mother

my culture

you just left a gapin' hole

i'm in control like marley

i'm crashing my jeep into your bullshit harley

so get off the road rednecks here i come

with a hundred-and-twenty-one kids from the slums

gettin' dumb

brooklyn

the bronx

watts

queens

compton

and 20 other spots

yo

i be writin' up the mad composition

mission to uplift black man's position

then go fishin'

and catch me a whale

a great big white one

and put him on sale

if i fail

i'm gonna go back

and

put 'em in jail

and make 'em smoke crack

and

get 'em off track and

even up the score

attack his daughter

and treat her like a whore

fool! masta ace is the kid

makin' sure that the punk mother f'ers get did

hut one

hut two

hut three

hut four

that is the sound when it's time to go to war

that is the sound when it's time to go to war

that is the sound when it's time to go to war

that is the sound when it's time to go to war

follow me and

follow me and a

everybody

everybody

follow me and. everybody

everybody

follow me and. everybody

everybody

follow me and. everybody

everybody

follow me and. that is the sound when it's time to go to war

that is the sound when it's time to go to war

that is the sound when it's time to go to war

that is the sound when it's time to go to war

that is the sound when it's time to go to war

that is the sound when it's time to go to war

that is the sound when it's time to go to war

that is the sound when it's time to go to war