K.I.M.

<br>[Redman]<br>Nah nah, check this out, yo<br>I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split<br>the Dutch Coronas, tokin irons without permits<br>Repetoire long-faced murderer`s the shit<br>Black Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist<br>Esquire, for hire, with total rapid fire<br>Supplier to any Tom Dick Jerry Maguire<br>You chose the right man to get the plan executed<br>I get the situation happening before you shoot it<br>Flow direct-or, suprise you like guess what?<br>The hotter I spit I`m trippin off smoke detectors<br>Who next up to get dressed up, I don`t pop<br>corks I pop New York with a dot til import<br>The art then the craft, will split you in half<br>I`m a Hurricane you a Miller Genuine Draft<br>While you push a S-Class I`m riding on a giraffe<br>Uptown, naked, smoking a bag with hash, check it<br>Shut your windows and lock your doors<br>Whores scream louder than Berrymore when I pour<br>And when me and my crew walk we walk on all fours<br>Atomic Dogs, packed in a black Yukon<br><br> Chorus<br><br>[Erick Sermon]<br>John Blaze, I keep y`all niggaz rockin for days<br>Boriquas, to eses, around the ways<br>my own Mix Tape DJ, I Flex<br>You don`t have a clue when I`m doin ya who is he I gets busy, word up<br>Come now player look in my eyes you think I`m bluffin<br>A five year span turned nuttin into somethin<br>And don`t get familiar, your whole entourage don`t be<br>feelin ya, behind your back they straight killin ya<br>(Who am I?) The Ex-Headbanger bad motherfucker<br>High on Friday with Chris Tucker<br>I be a Headbanger to my very last breath<br>Even Jermaine Dupri think I`m SoSoDef<br>K.A., Shawn Mims, I come from a long line of Geechies<br>Who didn`t care, blow Camp Lo Luchinis<br>I transform like Spawn, takes no time <br>for me to get on, to the break of dawn, word<br><br> Chorus<br><br>[Parrish Smith]<br>PMD, the Purple Heart admiral<br>Blow your spot and left shrapnel<br>then escaped in the Benz capsule<br>Harder than a NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple<br>Southpaw, raw since I was a Sophomore<br>Before I met Jane in the corridor<br>The mentals, rapper slash entrepeneur<br>with more action than Roger Moore<br>Turn your cabbage into coleslaw, with the four four<br>Spray Windex on your glass jaw<br>Shatter it, fuckin with P, is hazardous<br>Iced out Lazarus started and manufactured this<br>My Squad`s wild like the Manimals on Geographic<br>Smash you bastards on some crab shit<br>EPMD`s the group the Squadron is the click<br>Transmit, lyrical grit, time to shift cause I`m<br><br> Chorus<br><br>[Keith Murray]<br>Keith Murray, the holder of the boulder<br>Lyrical analyst mental roller coaster flower<br>Money folder, track blower, MC overthrower<br>I flow witcha two at a time, like Noah<br>I goes off to the beat, on the edge of reality<br>and kick rhymes in my sleep, and battle Mortality<br>Finally, every dimension know Keith<br>Y`all egotistical simple-minded niggaz is pitiful and weak<br>I`ll give you a G a week for life, if you can defeat me<br>I kick poetry at a high rate of mortality<br>At static, lyrical Kraftmatic, smokin<br>barkin like a dog, breathin like an asthmatic<br>Lyrical sculpture create fly rap sculpture<br>Ninety-eight Headbanger boy, yeah I told ya<br>Total chaos, helter skelter, run for shelter<br>Here comes the lyrical brain melter<br>I be maxin and relaxin, attractin action<br>Flippin more big ol words than Jesse Jackson<br>My shit knock don`t it, drive you crazy if you loan it<br>Man I feel for my opponents<br><br> Chorus (to end)