[Hook]
You with this? (We Wit It, We Wit It)
You with this? (We Wit It, We Wit It)
You with this? (We Wit It, We Wit It)
(Yeaaaah)
You with this? (We Wit It, We Wit It)
You with this? (We Wit It, We Wit It)
You with this? (We Wit It, We Wit It)
(Yeaaaah)
[Verse 1: Grandmaster Caz]
Grandmaster Caz, and I'mma flip the script like a pancake
And you can take my word to the bank on my handshake
'Cause all I got is my word and my balls, son
And I don't break them for no one
I'm cool as a jewel, fool, lamp while I'm at this
'Cause you couldn't hang with the slang if you practiced
Your flow is too slow, you couldn't win with a sail-up
I'm bold and it's looking I got you, hold your tail up
[Verse 2: Big Daddy Kane]
Code red, it's danger, here comes Kane, the
Microphone assassin, here to bring pain to
Rappers that be thinking they just a bit off
But the only way you could be my match just like my sitter, huh
I'll leave a rapper feeling timid, you know you can't win it
The skills are the god, it's way out your limit
They look at me as a legendary type of figure
Rappers be like, "Man, I ain't fucking with that nigga"
[Verse 3: Special K]
You see, it's not about lucky when the rhyme smokes
Stroke by stroke of my pen, I send average folks
Into frenzies, I intend these
Words to compel, suckers are in these
Mediocre tribes, who attempt to invade
In the course of the road, I chose to get paid
You want to know something? Just ask
Make sure you're ready 'cause you might get a foot in your ass
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Heavy D]
The strangest things be happening to a nigga like me
After growing old, who thought I'd be flowing on tracks with the Treacherous Three
It's crazy, I could never be Swayze
I'm asking my La-Z-Boy, and the niggas don't faze me, boy
It's H to the E to the A to the V to the Y to the D
Imperial, healthy like cereal, I will I will
I'm in the zone, I'm not alone, I got the Treach with me
Brothers turn sex when we flex, hey yo don't step to me
[Verse 5: Tito]
Raising active, captive unattractive
Now you came back from a fatal impact, jack
Interrogate 'em, I weighed 'em, decapitate 'em, I slayed 'em
I mutilate 'em, no ultimatum
Crews, clans, kiss hands, get mounted like rubber bands
Here's some other plans, cuff them in quicksand
Lyrics explosive like cyanide doses
Death's your hostess, you better get ghost, kid
[Verse 6: L.A. Sunshine]
These rap bags be coming dragging, I've had enough
Of the rough stuff, 'cause everybody's trying to be tough, but
I'mma take it to another height that another brother might
Not be able to go, check out the flow
I'm tired of hearing what I'm hearing about, me disappearing
You young bucks are driving but nobody's steering
My reputation could never be on the line
Delivered, sealed, signed, Sunshine!
[Hook]
[Verse 7: Melle Mel]
Money or honey, big Melle is with it
Had more drunken women than the Betty Ford Clinic
My bedroom is the Temple of Doom
And I'm getting more drawers than Fruit of the Loom, 'cause
Melle's the one, doing the new, the old, the old with the new
The people, the rhythm, the type of the rhyme, the word I'm with and all that
I'm here to get paid like a bill
Got a thousand emcees, killed them, man
[Verse 8: Chuck D]
The T, the Three, the oh, oh my
Bet you why don't you, fetch you why won't you
Kick it to the side over here, berry pie
I get down with this legendary shh
Be quiet, listen to this, don't try it
I'm down with the Moe, K. and L.A. Riot
Better take a train, careful, I bust
Break out! Before you get bumrushed, come on
[Verse 9: Kool Moe Dee]
Rip, flip, wreck, wit, rant, rave, run, riff
If you want to step to this, then I suggest you just
Go get hit, take another hit, get lit
'Cause I'mma light it up and treat you like a spliff
Smoke you, toke you, break you, once I broke you
I'mma pass the mic and let the next man smoke you
'Cause I don't get high on chronic or weed
I don't smoke nothing but mics and emcees
[Hook x2]
