[ VERSE 1: Greg Nice ]
 I got a [bad word] of story tales in my sack
 [bad word] in, hang your coat on the rag
 While you at it, make my coffee black
 So I can get the monkey from off my back
 15 cents minus 5 is a dime
 [bad word] young ladies, let's intertwine
 Greg N-i-c-e ran it down the line-line

 [ VERSE 2: Preacher Earl ]
 I'm the P-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, uh
 Preacher Earl and I'm considered a superstar
 Pick up the microphone and I proceed to rock 'n roll
 By the time I sweat I'm out of control
 I'm like a [bad word] goin express
 My lyrics written in spraypaint on the wall (ssss...) def
 I'm from Uptown, I'm a gangster from the projects
 Either or, take it all, get much respect
 Destined for fame when I'm goin for mine
 This, this is how [bad word] it down the line

 [ VERSE 3: Melo T ]
 Hey yo, beats, styles, mics I be flashin
 If you step up step in a orderly fashion
 See, I collect the dough for the show and then I'm dashin
 House parties I'm crashin, pool parties I'm splashin
 Eatin candy yams, drinkin Baby Sham, breakin down ( ? )
 Got the masterplan, glance at the Melo stance
 Arms are crisscrossed, posture rasta
 When I wanna go to the mall, I need a helicopter
 Rrrrring - I think that's my time
 Yo, (this is how [bad word] it down the line)

 [ VERSE 4: Bass Blaster ]
 The biggeda-Bass Blaster with a tongue-twistin rhyme
 (This is how [bad word] it down the line)
 Yo, literally, literary literature
 Six slippery Seals slippin silently ashore
 Sally sold seashells down by the seashore
 Sold two shells but couldn't see to sell no more
 Beautiful babblin brooks bubba between blossom and banks
 Brothers above the Brooks take a punch off the plank
 big black bug bit a big black bear, bit him on the rear
 The bear was big but the bug didn't care, he had no fear
 How much would could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
 Yo, I don't know, all I know is I say it good
 Asu, you got the funky, funky rhymes
 Yo my [bad word] it down the line

 [ VERSE 5: Asu ]
 Yo, rhymes is rippin and the mic is passed to me
 It was too young so they got me for statuatory
 Don't take me for granted, punk, yeah, and think I'm worthless
 [bad word] movin mountains I move planets and you'll be earthless
 You don't wanna battle Asu, all I leave is fossils
 Lethal Weapons Die Harder cause the Mission's Impossible
 And my rhymes is riper, I'm ready [bad word] crisper
 Old jacks know that so they go back and whisper
 Takin surveys, gettin nervous, I'm just too worthy
 They can't stand me and say, "He can't be from Jersey"

 [ VERSE 6: [bad word] ]
 Mad, mad response I'm catchin just as soon as I step into the place
 That's why a smile's on my face
 I got styles that you trace with haste but I'm too deep
 Lots of the ladies I meet, I must be sweet
 So I say hold up and wait up and then listen here
 My [bad word] crisp and clear, but beware
 My format is all that, my concept's refined
 The Gang to the S-t-a-double r shines
 Chumps be losin it, abusin it, not gainin
 So there my gain is they vanish while I'm remainin
 And twice as Nice with a Smooth groove I end my rhyme
 And yo (this is how [bad word] it down the line)

 [ VERSE 7: Smooth ]
 Yeah, lyrical, financial and spiritual
 dream of touchin my style would take a miracle
 You didn't know how deadly was my flow as I grow
 And [bad word] and [bad word] any foe
 But I prefer to have a good time when I rhyme
 But lately I have had to refine and be sublime
 Cause sometimes some people don't understand
 That I'm a man with ambitious plans and I stand to live grand
 And they fight with all their money invested to hold me back
 But now I'm featuring the mack pack
 Smooth B, you know I'm feelin fine
 (This is how we