[Intro: Pete Rock]
Uh, check it
InI in the house, y'all
Soul brother number one
The life I live
Rob-O, Ras, Grap Luva, and Marco Polo
Yeah, my [bad word] Rob on the verse, one time

[Verse 1: Rob-O]
Yo, my display of attributes in a tight situation
Is like squeezing grapes for the [bad word] sensation
But these grapes got the taste of wrath
On behalf of my staff I blaze a trail and set a path of forward motion
Cause [bad word] and [bad word] 
School the shorties cause the "I" be on a mission, steady dismissing
Nonsense and weak foes who kick [bad word] flows and stay afloat in the water
I simply oughta seize your whole manslaughter attitude
Cause niggas like you ain't [bad word] 
I'm never pulling punches, delivery is revelation
Hear the I out, find out what you're facing
Never displacing is the way brothers be living
But what's the [bad word] elements of what I'm giving?
Delivering the full coverage of how I'm living in the years of the nine
My style and my life is defined

[Scratched hook]
 [bad word] right I like the life I live

[Verse 2: Ras Luv]
The very first African man born into a system that's torn into pieces
 [bad word] through the [bad word] but every day I feel that the love keeps decreasing
So I bring the love vibe to make it all coincide
Our love is imperial majesty and it's a tragedy
I've seen your whole strategy is weaker
Your style's been blown like the speaker
While I'm an old school new school rhyme fool with no tool
Packing the mic and keeping my cool like the water in the pool, quite refreshing
Won't settle for less in this rap game, I'm far from lame
While others fiend for fame I remain the same
Staying laced for the creature that faced my lord
We're InI, all together on one accord
Yo, the clique that manifests with much rapport
With much love to give within the life I live

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Grap Luva]
Birth time, see my first rhyme in 2-0-7
1-9-7-1, September 11th
To the twelfth is when he blessed my peoples with wealth
First born son arrived chilling in good health
Couldn't imagine the praise when I came out the poon-poon
My mama's womb was a [bad word] #39;s only room
Now I got the whole world to express myself
Stretch myself, relax and plus rest myself
With impossible props to pull
Check it, steadily avoid all the obstacles
And negativity, [bad word] stressin'
Take advantage to get the best of me
Sweating in hopes to get next to me
It won't happen, see I can rock the spots
Serving the facts I got, on these urban blacktops of America
From four square miles New York is scarier
With strength dominates the inferior
And I'm out

[Hook] (Until fade out)