[Intro]
Remix
[Verse 1: PNC]
I'm
Back, back at it
The mind is on skitzo
Watch the train of thought
I'ma ride on this [?]
Switch flows on any track
Sip a shot of Henny, back
Number one, all-stars
Like I'm bringin' Penny back
Or T-Mac, all y'all
Need to get your swagger quick
Not only the lips
But the flow is Mick Jagger, bitch
Rolling Stone, brain is mad
Stolen car painted black
Wild [?], not leavin'
Till I get my satisfac-
Tion
The baddest factions on MP3s
This is Dawn Raid
[?] DIRTY [?]
And a kid from NPC
[?]
You can feel it in your bloodstream
Ah, this the sickest flow
[Chorus: Scribe]
Who-who-who-who better than
Who better than this, huh?
Who be-who better than
Who better than this, huh? (What's up, 41?)
Who-who-who-who better than (Huh?)
Who better than this, huh? (PNC)
Who be-who better than (It's the remix, remix!)
Who better than this, huh? (Remix, uh)
[Verse 2: Scribe]
Hey yo, who better than
That nineteenth letter, S?
Y'all ain't gotta second guess
Reason that you second-best
Scribble, dribble it better than
All y'all put together so
On beat like a stethoscope
Flow like the methadone
And I got the monopoly
You could call me telecom
Yeah, my crew is hella strong
Fallin' off? You hella wrong
Tear the roof up off the velodrome
What you see in me
I'm some Con Psy
41 mixed with PNC
Put it all together, nothin' better
Yo, I'm killin' 'em
Dan Carter of rap
The Sonny Bill Williams
With the flow
Hennessy, little coat, tip it slow
Y'all askin' who better?
You frontin' like you didn't know
[Verse 3: Young Sid]
Young Sid
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Just came off tour
I'm brushin' off my shoulders now
I ain't at the top yet
But I'ma make 'em climb down
I'm good, see, I'm in the lineup
Without an album out
Play it [?]
Letting through the heat call
This the rap C4
Evacuate the scene, boy
The team makin' mean noise
Who better than the Young? Got
People from overseas
Investin' in my lungs, breathe
With me if you think you
Can really stop the underdog
'Cause he vicious on the [?]
See how he lockin' jaws
I'ma set the rocket off
Come and see the proper launch
Smashproof, movin' forward
Everybody stop and pause
[Chorus: David Dallas]
Who-who-who-who better than
Who better than this, huh?
Who be-who better than
Who better than this, huh?
Who-who-who-who better than
Who better than this, huh?
Who be-who better than (Yeah, yeah)
Who better than (Remix), huh?
[Verse 4: David Dallas]
Yeah, the kid could make it rain
[?]
[?] if you want some game
Listen, this is how it's played, I
Came, saw and conquered it
Made it from the bottom, shit
Debated but I faded
And I catered all the competi-
Tion, I'm runnin' rap
Been like Sonny Bill up in action
Or Son of Sam in Manhattan
Stay second to none at rappin'
D-dot D-A-
Double-L-A-S
Claim he's the greatest
Since Ali, baby, say yes
Hey, check the catalogue
[?] awards
Even his [?]
Say he don't wanna get it on
Been a strong, silent type
Fuck yeah, I'm kinda bright
Nerd blowin' up on the song:
Napoleon Dynamite
[Verse 5: Louie KnuXX]
Who better than who get a veteran
To do meddlin'?
Went from peddlin' the product
To recordin' my testament
On the corners with better men
And the crew you be heraldin'
Your shit so see through
It [?] like they get 'em in
41 done put it down
Rappers lookin' pussy now
Gettin' old lip like when
It's bushy on a pussy brow
Labels wanna shush me now
Fakers wanna check me out
Don't stop, wait, get it
Get it, yeah, we cookin' now
I get it and I'm peddlin'
That genuine gift
I feel better off the medicine
Than regular splits (Huh?)
And when they askin' you
Who better than this?
Tell them Louie fuckin' Knuckles
For that genuine piff
[Chorus]
Who-who-who-who better than
Who better than this, huh?
Who be-who better than
Who better than this, huh?
Who-who-who-who better than
Who better than this, huh?
Who be-who better than
Who better than (Remix)
[Verse 6: Koma, Mareko]
Get it
I'm the medicine
[?] killin' 'em with bars
Nah, I ain't kiddin'
You ain't ready for this, nah (Hey, yo!)
With the kid
PNC got a hit, y'all
Just be cool when you see a g
Pull up on your shit, dog
And bounce to this beat
Like I'm flickin' a switch on
And this song
Strictly for the street that I gets on
The girl holler at me, she say
"Boy, you the shit [?]"
"I know, baby girl
Let's roll", and your chick's gone
I'm crisp, ma
Told you with a flow that'll twist y'all
I get shine like the diamonds
Go on your wrist, ma
I gets raw [?]
When I'm throwin' my fist (Wha)
My Timberland stomp
What you know about this, huh? (Yeah)
[Verse 7: Mareko]
Who better than this cat
6'2" and wearin' a pitch black
Hoodie and with the goodies
Sippin' beer from a six-pack of Woodies
With PN-Sizzle
'Cause whenever we spit raps
I wouldn't gamble on it
You can bet it's a mismatch
I'm coming straight outta
[?], South Aucks
Where you can still see me
On the streets of Southmore
But let me ask somethin'
What you really down for?
That money or the fame
It'll be your downfall, uh
I'm still in a hood
Like dollar bakery pies
[?] and
Soggy takeaway fries
So when I'm askin'
Who better than this? Uh, man
Fuck outta here
That's a rhetorical question, you dig?
