[Intro]
Turn me up, turn me up in my headphones
Turn up the headphones, turn up everything
Check it out, uh
[Verse 1: Omniscence]
It's on like a lightbulb, come into your local nightclub
It's the crew with the motherfuckin' dub
Sacks, runnin' over tracks like Penn Station
Perpetration get you bloody like menstruation
There's so many snakes in the business
They better watch they back, Fanatic is my witness
Niggas is fake like them ten dollar Guess shirts
I run with experts, puffin' weed 'til my chest hurts
Don't pursue it, I thought I told you last week
Nikes in your ass cheek, blowin' like a gas leak
Give me the reason, like Luther Vandross
I toast any bloodclaat wan come close
Cackalack king, F.O.L. my initial
Funky One Liner and the name is official
We gets thorough, the sixth borough
I got plans to make dough pushin' a '96 Montero
[Interlude: Omniscence]
Yeah, uh
Bitch niggas
Be on your Ps and Qs
Direct from 16th Ave
I introduce to you
The shorty phenomenon
Lil'K
Beware, niggas
Rock on
[Verse 2: Lil' Kalef]
Yo, it's a stickup, Lil'K on the scene plus rippin' shit up
I scream when I'm shoot, flow faster than a TEC with hiccups
So what's up? Breakin' niggas down with the four pound
Pussy tried to run, but now he's permanently sleep now
Tryna get slick, that's some shit, yo, where's the cash?
Makin' it last, actin' big, but he's Slim Fast
Pass the blessed Buddha, 'cause Buddha always stay blessed
I smoke sess to relieve stress and always wear a black vest
When I flex, wearin' leather gloves, plus show no love
Pumpin' more bullets in your ass than your heart pumps blood
We kill at will, nigga, fill and just grab a seat
You get me pissed, I be Miami, 'cause you in some heat
Guess who's back doin' shit you never heard of
That's right, it's little Lil'K in disguise as the mass murderer
I got the shit to make your body shiver
Got bucked in the gut, your liver quivered, dumped you in the river
[Interlude: Lil' Kalef]
Motherfucker
Represent
Straight from the motherfuckin' neutral zone
Sixteen, twenty, fifteen, five
Represent to the fullest
Strictly 3 Boyz, nigga
Niddy North
Omnis'
[Verse 3: Omniscence]
You get frustrated, I'm never faded
I finally made it, and now I know a lot of bitch niggas hate it
But don't debate it, Cackalack's most awaited
Anticipated, your flow's weak and your demo sounds dated
Let's discuss payment for what you owe me
Poppin' that shit, nigga, and ain't even know me
Testin', one-two-three, testin'
I'm stressed and niggas is faker than professional wrestlin'
But yes, I transcend all others
Runnin' up in baby mothers without rubbers
Movin' crowds like kis of coke, "Yo, your steez is dope"
I purchased a ounce of weed I need to smoke
It's 'bout time you got your rhymes out the feminine stage
If you got paid to rhyme, you'd make minimum wage
So grab the gauge little Lil'K, what you wanna do
Put a bullet in his brain or a clip in his crew?
[Outro: Omniscence & Lil' Kalef]
Yeah, uh
Sendin' this one out to everybody
All the real niggas in the motherfuckin' USA
Overseas, whoever
Come bring that shit, it don't matter
Before we get up outta here, I gotta give 'nuff respect
To everybody down south, Cackalack
'Nuff respect
What up, nigga?
Word is bond it's little Lil'K int his motherfucker
Rippin' shit like paper
Rest in piece to my niggas J.B., Nigel and Suge
With Little Larry in effect
'Nuff respect due to my nigga Fusion representin'
Yo, yo, yo, fuck that, yo, hold up
'Nuff respect to my motherfuckin' nigga Roo
Contact, Holocaust
Aw shit, can't forget my man Fly Eli, you know what I'm sayin'?
My nigga VH1
Hell, that's the nigga behind all of this, know what I'm sayin?
Lords of the Underground
The Giants
My motherfuckin' man, the rhythm Fanatic
Fat Beats
Yo, yo, what up, who you wanna shout out to nigga?
Give it up
I wanna make a shout out to my nigga Suge
Rest in peace J.B. and Nigel motherfucker
Straight from 20th
'Bout to be out this motherfucker 'cause it's late
Yeah
So as we move on into the next level
The next decade
Niggas best realize that this ain't no motherfuckin' game
Yo, we out, yo, peace
