[Erick Sermon]   Yo Reggie, I'mout      [Jamal]   T-ree F Squad   Muddy Waters   Don't get it twisted... nigga      [Redman]   Aiyyo everybody in this motherfucker will get touched   Fuck such and such, I roll tight like handcuffs   Rock that ass to sleep with discrete techniques   I beez that, freak of the week like I made Knee Deep   Hold up! Rotate around the solar, badder than Cobra   Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps Folgers   I'm sauteein MC's with fried rice up in the wok   without the MSG and chopped celery   See, I made it, my flavor situated   from the nickel plated mic that's hot, to leave your brain inflated   Plus, I'm thick like Quakers on papers   Bodacious MC's get turned to lower cases   lettering, and the medicine, that I'm swallowin   Get you hollerin, like Marvin Gaye when his father shot him   in the chest, I roll with two stacks of Tecs   And mad niggaz and sess that I roll up in your rest   UHH! Mister Fantastic's crafted, with no 52nd ass kick   When I'm blasted, my Method magics get drastic   That you can't see with bifocals   Watchin MC's go up and down like stock brokers   I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills that's milk   That's rougher than jeans that Gloria Vander-bilt   I'm poppin mad shit, plus I can back it   Your man'll be like "Yo, get that dust off yo' jacket"      [Keith Murray]   It ain't a test or quiz that my Squad can't win   Those who know the biz, know we wreck kids get biz   Y'all digest, multiple stab wounds to the chest   And I copycat kill the rest, with no Method to my madness   Plus the apparatus with the baddest   Determined to be the last man, standin on the planet   Y'all get attached, like a blood-suckin leech   When you fall into my rhythm of speech   Your hands get embraced with a touch of the bass   Head get wrapped up neck get thrown in a neck brace   Rough rhyme mechanical, lyrical at it who?   Will ironically chronically murder you and your crew   My directive, through where I live, is kinda primitive   See I get to the bottom of the problem, and make shit give   Step in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the master   cast to the masses grabs the mic   Ten dollar rappers, is what L.O.D. goes after   To my Squad, there's no matches, we bashes   Do photo flashes on all flavor S-classes   Bomb attack on wax, lyrical mini mac to your back   Tie you up, throw you in the act   A public figure, who walks around with a gin of jigger   Cause I gives a fuck about another nigga, word up      [Jamal]   Muddy Waters, yo this is the way that my intro should go   Drunk slow funk flow for Reggie Noble   Fuck with me doe, Mally G doe it's not logic   Playin that big shit get broke down microscopic   Freak it back keep the track ringin, with the bassline   It's major when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine   Face the nine I lace your spine with short fat pace   Around and round, avoidin the time to put it down   Now's the time here yeah      [Erick Sermon]   Clown where, pick a spot   Neutral grounds or not, we give a fuck, lick a shot      [Jamal]   Gangsta, so called killin, cap peelin   Playalistic, I mean is all that shit realistic   Play your cards God, black keep your hand held tight   Night fall might call your life, shit is trife   on these evil streets after dark   Niggaz gettin sparked left and outlined in chalk   New day, this whole shit's twisted (is it man)   It's me bombin on these niggaz shitlist and Mally G   open your eyes to see, recognize who be a G   Hopin to ride in the, industry with E   The villain's had it cause ahead (word up yeah)   Killin my psychosomatic pattern mad (yeah)      [Erick Sermon]   Y'all know, uhh, yeah, Muddy Waters   We out for nine-seven, word up, peace