Under Tha Influence

"The following presentation is rated R."<br><br>[Hi-C] {*vocals being scratched*}<br>Uhh! God damn! Yeah!<br><br>[Hi-C]<br>This my nigga DJ motherfuckin Quik<br>We gon` take this shit back to the Mixmaster days<br>and put it all in your jawmeat<br>and wiggle it around a little bit, hahaha<br>YouknowhatI`msayin? Party favors nigga<br>Ahh yeah, y`all need a couple of `em<br>We ain`t playin witcho` bitch-ass either<br>YouknowhatI`msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the talk<br>But that bullshit ain`t nothin man {*scratches*}<br>I said that bullshit ain`t nothin man!<br>{*scratches: "aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}<br>Niggaz can`t do what we do {"NO"}<br>{*"Bullshit ain`t nothin man!"*}<br>Damn; so what you need to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop stop STOP!"}<br>.. shut the fuck up and listen for a minute {"Listen!"}<br>Pay attention - might learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}<br>Don`t you carry yo` ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys neither<br>or they put knots all UPSIDE ya motherfuckin head with the beats!<br>That`s my nigga Q.. I call him..<br>{"Quik, Quik-Quik, Q-Quik, Quik-Quik"}<br>Quik-a-lodeon {"Too Quik!"}<br>Yeah.. huh? Yeah.. {"Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik"}<br>Talk.. {"Motherfuckin Quik"} spit it<br>Yeah.. ooh! Haha, yeah<br><br>Now off of two-fifths of drank (drank drank)<br>They got yo` boy lookin for a bitch to spank (spank spank)<br>Baby you can kick it but ya sister cain`t (nah nah)<br>Runnin `round smellin like a septic tank (ewwwahh)<br>Girl you need to stop you know your ass is stank (stank stank)<br>Runnin `round beggin all the baller for bank (bank bank)<br>Tryin to hit a lick but like that you cain`t (nah nah)<br>Cause everytime your ass come around I faint (wooo!)<br>People get to passin out;<br>I`ma give you one more chance but yo` ass is out<br>Now don`t you bring yo` ass back smellin like raw trout (trout)<br>Cause everytime I see you I`ma bust you out!<br>(Here she come, look out!)<br>And you niggaz with the demos (demos)<br>Man you just as bad as dem hoes (hoes)<br>Talkin bout your record comin out (out out)<br>But you need to put some gum in your mouth (hell yes)<br>Cause before I hear you rhyme or you get a beat from Quik<br><br>[Shyheim Da Kid]<br>Yo yo this Shyheim, and y`all can suck my DICK!<br>Son you owe me, fuck the dough I want it in blood<br>You was my homey, showed me nuttin but thug love<br>Put me on to the game, bought me my first chain<br>Let me ride shotgun, in your Benz and Range<br>I`m thinkin how this big nigga gon`, go against the grain<br>Hit him up when it`s foggy outside, about to rain<br>It`s about to rain teflon cop-killers<br>But we ride teflon can`t-stop-killers<br>I thought you was fam `til you switched the love<br>Now you, rich and fuck, you forget the thug?<br>Heard you on the radio, but I ain`t get no plug<br>And if you come around the way, I should get you stuck<br>I wish you luck, I`ma make you kiss the gun<br>And I ain`t gon` stop until my justice done<br>What you wanna be labelled as, a coward or a duck?<br>What powder you cut, you wanted that building for what?<br>When you rep that building, what you said for that building<br>If it wasn`t for me, you woulda been DEAD in that building<br>You don`t know what it feel like to say I own that building<br>Get dough in that building, or control that building<br>You don`t know that feeling, you ain`t condone that killing<br>Cause when the cops came, you was like, "Shy in that building"<br>I remember the days when you was shook in them buildings<br>You in front of these buildings, frontin like you build them<br>When Scrams was home, you was on his dick<br>And you gave that bitch money cause you always been a trick<br>You know Shy Da Kid, I`m back on the block<br>Bought the crack in the spot, spit back in the block<br>Fuckin clap at the cops, if I`m rappin or not<br>Whatchu gon` do nigga? Shoot or get shot<br>I`m hot on the block like new glocks out the box<br>All y`all fulla dope, at the bow(?) .. what?<br><br>[Talib Kweli]<br>Yeah yeah.. yo<br>Kweli, I`m rock this body and so forth and so on<br>You can get the dick, one to grow on or one to blow on<br>Bet you Quik get his dough on, I spit kick the flow on<br>Got swift shit I throw on, cause I`ma leave what I float on<br>Plus I get my roll on like Baby and Mannie Fresh<br>After I go on y`all niggaz`ll never bust like tantric sex<br>The universal nigga that represent the planet best<br>How I manifest from Brooklyn to Los Angeles - people!<br>We hold this down like wherever you`re from