[ VERSE 1: Mondo ]  Now I can remember: way back in the winter, or September  It was '93 when we got signed, music was destiny  We'd flee the spot to Unique and made a hop with fat beats  And soon ("Bi-ni-ni") the greatest summer jam hit the streets  I was strapped with Nike Airs and Vex came through the door  Had heads boppin a lot when the joint hit the floor  Hit Canada to Florida, L.A. to the East  We had heads in Japan shoutin "mark of the beast!"  Now check the deuce release, we tell it like it is  >From grown mens to kids, lettin em know that God lives  What up, dog, ha, the beast about to flip?  This world ain't gettin no better unless we don't strive for it    [ CHORUS: Vex ]  So come in, and welcome to a humble abode  Boogiemonsters, fat beats and rhymes is the mode  Save the drama for your mama, coma or hit the road  It's time to get on down  With that God Sound(2x)    [ VERSE 2: Vex ]  Yo, I was born in Alaska, transported to Virginia  Afar from the true origin of the north star  A small child, my father makin moves through military  Battlin heads on army bases for props, my life scary  Never let a brother fall into his mode  But everywhere I go it starts another episode  Dig it, it takes a real strong brain to remain  In the places I've been, worlds's a waste, in sin  I saw choppers and gats, missiles and maps  Life of an army brat just pressured my rap  But everywhere I go, from yesterday to tomorrow  People cause episodes when we need to kill the drama  Word    [ CHORUS: Mondo ](2x)    [ Mondo ]  Yes y'all, movin to the beat  You can settle down or just have a seat  God Sound is in your area, it's keepin up your block  It got MC's jumpin out them shoes and socks  Now clear-headed is my method, press rewind when I speak  I don't need weed to help me think, relax, write rhymes and do beats    [ Vex ]  Now in a three-line design I gotta break down this ep'  I'm steppin out of this ride as quiet is kept  Out of nowhere three heads approach me in the night  Like "Why you shoot our cousin?", lookin ready to fight  I'm like "What?" then plow, before I know what I saw  The biggest one, 200 pounds, stood me dead in the jaw  But my man Ronnie Myers had the weapons on load  And quickly ended yet another ill episode    [ Mondo ]  Have you ever seen those videos with the naked big booty girls  And the MC be rhymin  And you be like, "Yo, that joint is ill!"  But chill, when a rapper think he's slick, he can't rhyme a lick  So he presents the naked chick to cover up his lack of skill  But chill, there's another category of MC's  And it's imperative that I hit em, cause I'm sick of em  With the el in one hand, and the other be packin steel  Y'all so fake it's dangerous, sayin "I'm just tryin to keep it real"    [ CHORUS: Mondo & Vex ] (2x)    [ Vex ]  Day in and day out I hear heads talk yang  Out the side of they neck with a whole bunch of slang  But it don't change a thing, gunshots still ring  Invited just to fly over, peep the lessons we show ya  Never sweat what's goin on behind your back over your shoulder  It's just another road to the next episode    Ha-ha  Knawmean?  So just chill    [ CHORUS: Mondo & Vex ] (2x)    Straight for 2000  Troy Hightower  In the place to be  BM's international  And you don't stop  It won't stop  And it don't stop