Yeah, 1 2, get ready, 'cause this is how we do it   We got my man Soundwave in the house, Alien Nation   To my nigga, the low-down dirty drop out from high school, Big Ill   And me Mr. Raspy, Al Skratch   To my nigga LIC representin' Conspiracy   Yeah, Soundwave, break 'em off      You say you never heard the sound   I'm about to break 'em off somethin' right now   Open up your mind and let me in   Knock, knock, who speaks in the voice of sin?      Must drop to your knees, please just listen   A tale of four black men reminiscin'   I hover in the heavens like a celestial guardian   The one who blocks the bullets when you're wildin' out partyin'      Believe in the MC, 'cause you can see me not   Soundwave, faster than the dot on the Glock   Non-stop cyber-funkin', let me tell you somethin'   'Bout that guy named Al Skratch, the Mack Big Ill, LIC   This is virtual reality      A rap fantasy of the life of four beings   Seen through the eyes of the one foreseeing   Funkin' 'em up, come on to the right   I'm funkin' 'em up, come on to the left   The Uptown Connect gonna funk you to death      Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown   With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?   Well, it's the backstabber, the double-crosssin' alki   Stagger as I'm babblin', so nigga please don't doubt me      When I was ten they took my flick at the precinct   Back in the days I was a juvenile delinquent   So don't fuck with me 'cause I'm psychotic   I kick the hard shit and let my man get melodic      Aiyo, I'm rollin', rollin', rollin'   I'll lump you up and leave you swollen   The mic that I'm holdin' is golden      Patrollin' straight out the fiery pits   I turn a page as my diary gets   Deeper, I see this Mack type figure, who is he?   Bitches wanna know, so Ill get busy      I got the latest news, ask Conny Chung   Tu madre [Incomprehensible]   That means your mama wanna suck my dick, fagot   The bitch is a hoe so you know I'm gonna bag it      We makin' moves over funky fat grooves   And to crews that don't paid dues we bad news   So who wanna gang bang, tell me who can hang slang   Is what I kick, stay off my dick, chitty-bang-bang      With the glock you could swing on my block   And I'll knock the shit out of your ass with the quick fast   Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown   With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?   Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown   With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground      Here it is, steppin' to my biz with the free flow steelo   Headcrackin' niggas like celo   Comin' from below the gutter, I'm quick with my cutter   For a fronter tryin' to front, word to mother      On a microphone alone in a zone of danger   With rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber   Word up, you never heard of one murder one felon   Bustin' more slugs in thugs indulge in drug-sellin'      I stack greenbacks from the wizzacks   Give up raw facts for niggas fakin' jacks   Rhymes come in all flavors, I'm makin' crazy papers   Cuttin' suckers with razors in faces, beatin' body cases      LIC, I'm givin' lashes, slashes   Holdin' classes, controllin' masses, bustin' asses   Just when I put the ambush to spots   Bustin' my mics like Glocks, robbin' niggas for they props      The flow is on point, on target, sharp, accurate   Lyrical gun clips I pack you with, then clap you with   Rhyme after rhzzyme, time after time   Like a career criminal committin' crime after crime      A gun-clapper [Incomprehensible] type of rapper   LIC, code name come-off-the-head master   Flowin' at a high velocity possibly   MC's might snitch, call the cops on me      But it's aight 'cause I got my peeps here with me   LIC representin' Conspiracy   One love, baby, the Uptown connection   Ill and Al Skratch and the whole muthafuckin' crew   I'm out