[Intro: ShabExplainaam Sahdeeq]
Uh.. Uh..
Shabaam Shadeeq
Sinister V-O-I-C-Easy Reservoir
Mista Shadeeq
Uh... Tommy Tee
Sinister Voices

[Verse One - Shabaam Sahdeeq]
Moves you can't trace
Terror face-to-face
I lace the bass and [bad word] with nuff taste
When its [bad word] time, I invite MCs to my lunch time
With a punch line, bake beef like a mongoose
Even if its one line, and do rhyme
I track em all down, waste a few rounds
Clownass niggas get shot like grave robbahz
Get around like my ballahz
In the coup the (?), no time to chill
Sun too hot to stop
See the world through a blink of an eye, imagine dat
I weight cannabis cats steadly takin' naps
Perhaps, I [bad word] up ya dome like Pete Snaps
No fake cats I need to procede with mine
So long I step on the stage I spit fire
I'm da natty, definatly living up the party
I shut the [bad word] down if these niggas dont respect me
Make em shake like epelepsy
Can't stress me
Can't test me with that talk ya talk keep it walkin'
I walk mine till the end of time, connecting
Collaborating with [bad word] from everywhere [bad word] is how I keep it secret: I never leak it
Hot like bahama beaches, with ya girl eating peaches
Shadeeqy lace the track like lee gee (?)
Hiphop's a fine whole (?) lotta way she freak me

[Hook - Mr.Eon] [bad word] elevated
Untranslated
Uncut, MCs get done up when [bad word] up
Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up
Locally, globally wreckin' totally [bad word] elevated
Untranslated
Uncut, MCs get done up when [bad word] up
Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up
Locally globally wreckin' totally

[Verse Two - Reservoir Doggs]
Momma always said there'd be days like diz
I'd be stressed like diz, and fall victim to the streets
At an early age have my peeps call early graves
In the early days like around the late 80s
When chicks around the waist had no [bad word] but had babies
My crew went crazy, [bad word] money made us lazy
I never wanted to work, just sell this rap [bad word] To fiends everywhere with their headphones plugged
Verbal injectah
Hold the gadget like Inspectah
12 bars or pressure
Ghetto story lecture
Indiano, aka C-malo, a hard act to follow [bad word] chew before ya swollow

[Verse Three - Reservoir Doggs]
Yo yo yo yo
Get ya best lined up, get ready so we [bad word] I stomp that, blow bags and flow tracks
Where the do at, bless a [bad word] format(?) packs
Like gats by the [bad word] crack when I click niggas past that
They make lyricis, I blast back with a phat rap
I back trakcs, u relapse, I pack stacks, u eat that [bad word] you talkin' new york bronx state of (?)
Double bread niggas who shine get blind of the realness
Yo feel diz
Got my cake stacked up, and blaze shorty with the 
Got my games backed up, I bought a half a million worth of ice
Keep it confidential, presidential on a rolex
Go tex with the lex as we flex this
General who da federal
Interlectual 40 more with the residue dirty dogs
B-X we bless like the hands of Christ
And roll dice triple 7 for eternal life

[Verse Four - Joe Sexx]
My infra-red sizing you up, you live what [bad word] what
Promote and [bad word]  or [bad word] When I bliss, hiss the fist with (?) clips
(?) up those tips between lips and [bad word] Now and dat [bad word] Force and I dont cries smash da dice
The cubes I hold I wrote, see low?? twice
Shakin' up the standard turnin' scramblahz to can't handle us
I want it all be to be, a bad (?) gambler
Shacked ya girl as angela?? got her on [bad word] And when my mom sees how I'm mashin' or flashin' it from da door-step
Ya niggas ain't vile, ya gotta disscuss the wild [bad word]  slim girls the project's gotta pee now
Meanwhile niggas be [bad word] my guns keep bustin'
Chicken heads keep fussin'
Ya [bad word] always want to suck
My .45 is cussing cops is co