[Melanie Fiona]
Yo it's the past, the present, the future

[Buckshot]
Here we go now, uh uh uh
Yeah, Buckshot, KRS, 9th Wonder
Duck Down uh, Duck Down
Uh, here we go, here we go

Look up in the sky, not a bird, not a plane
but a mayne that'll take aim for a little change
Strange, how fame'll make
your best friends turn enemies and change the state
See stakes get revealed when the stakes get real
How wise, tell a lie when you facin steel
You know the god don't chill, I'm a hundred degrees
Especially when I'm blunted with trees, please
I ain't tryin to see D's unless they gold [bad word] If not brother word to mother
Look the other day I saw K, R to the S
in the yard with the rest of the gods and the vets
showin which part to rep, hip and hop
Both still alive, I ride with y'all or not
Cause when I look how far I got
thousand blocks I rep from the house to housing projects
 [bad word] 2X: Melanie Fiona]
Yo it's the past, the present, the future
I been a soldier all my life, ain't nothin new uhh
I brought the heat, to these streets, laid it down up on this beat
And you can't hate because you know I spit the [bad word] uhh

[Naledge]
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nah nah, Mr. Brain, [bad word] rhyme flippin lanes
On my anti-lame campaign
Hope I get your nomination
Church on the move, like a nomadic congregation
This ain't collab', this a constellation
collection of stars that belong
in a sky like the hew on a blue in the crayon box
Peace to Kris, peace to Buckshot
Best in the city where they keep they hats [bad word] And 9th got me all tense sorta like 1st and goal
Now [bad word] it in like my name Tebow
In my broke days got the old heave-ho
In the dead of summer they be sayin "He cold!"
But I'm sayin "He know!"
Eagle has landed its own alcove{?}
Get it clear like Mario Jos{?}
Take chickens home, cut 'em like O.J.
Do she get a call back? No way
I know you thought I was conscious but it's okay
 [bad word] 

[KRS-One]
Yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
Yeah, yo, yo Buck change some of that

Look up in the sky, not a bird, not a plane
Go underground, hear the sound of a train
Smog in the sky, in your eye like a haze
We came a long way from them '94 days
Crime don't all pay, not in all ways
So I spit live rhymes and five 'em always
The snakes can't phase, I got 'em by the neck
We was raised to get paid and get respect
Brooklyn, Flatbush, Church Avenue
In '77 we did what we had to do [bad word] after you, the block'll bust a mac or two
CLACK-CLACK and it's through
Half you cats talkin 'bout gangsta
9th Wonder and Buckshot be laughin at you
I be tellin them don't laugh, but it's too funny
Ha ha, yo Buck let's just get this money
 [bad word] 

[Melanie Fiona]
Yo it's the past.. the present.. the future
Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, ooooooooooooh
Yo it's the past, the present, the future
 [bad word]