Producer DJ Spinna

Lyrics:
[Kriminul (of Jigmastas)]

What, yo, Beyond Real, baby, Joc Max, baby

For the 99 and beyond, yo, check it out

Yo, by the some of the [bad word] y'all spit, it's hard to keep

interest in this game

And I know some of y'all don't like the [bad word] that we spit

we feel the same

See the plan ??? don't roll with a lot of niggaz just a few friends

And I blast before a [bad word] even get a chance to put in his two cents

Don't get me wrong, it's all love and war

But my fellow black brothers like iced down jewelry in the projects

We attract others, bro for [bad word] 
The way I stretch you out, you wanna test me

You be the artist formerly known as alive, so please don't stress me

Y'all [bad word] is too y, and y'all supposed to be hardcore?

And y'all supposed to be givin the consumer, what they ask for?

About to tap the plexi-glass ora, along with that glass jaw

Pass the microphone to my [bad word] Mark like Terry Bradshaw

[Pharaohe Monch]

Spit miraculous [bad word]  drink Dracula's blood, exist for centuries

My DNA 'ventually, mends wounds, heals injuries

The identity unknown for obvious extremities

Pharaohe the assassin who was hired to kill Kennedy

The murder of Malcolm X my only aborted assignment

Reduce my molecules than pass through solid confinement

The eclectic, collectively individual

Please, your [bad word] with the wrong individual

Why would one [bad word] an entity

In which one is attacked by absorbing your energy

I already peeped your verse before you said it

I scan the wack [bad word] with through the powers of telekenitics
 [bad word]  Kriminul

One minute to rhyme, one minute to shine, one minute before detonation

One time for lyrical fluctuation

One life to live, and though its better to give

We'd rather take time out, for this lyrical fluctuation

*repeat*

[Talib Kweli]

Most rappers try to keep it real, I go way beyond

My [bad word] is airtight, more Professional than Leon

Phenomenal bird's-eye view, your [bad word] [bad word] 
My parables be astronomically bombing you

We calmin you down, yo my sound take you back in history

Picture me kickin brown skin lady to black women in Antiquities

Consider me the cat who got rhymes like the clouds got raindrops

I read the book and I been there, what! y'all niggaz just???

Plus, I can pronounce Pharaohe Monch, I know who the [bad word] he is

Funky man or skeletor, I master the universe the Jigs (masta)

Kid I call your name out, not the alias, but your government

For the love of it, I tear you up and spit you out like done with it
 [bad word] 

I wanna be that fly new boy when the kids crack out on the table the

tape or CD and hear me, shape your minds

Daily I do, and you the tool don't, front like your special

Special meaning you just don't got it

Unless you got it and you forgot it

Here's the refresher, better knowledge, you could challenge your professor

I make kids just give up rappin

Some odd forms of talkin

I [bad word] you like tryin to rewind on a auto-reverse walkmen

You look confused like little kids trying to cross busy streets

Is it the beat, is it the rhyme that go you mindin mine like business?

The sign of times when the population's like who is this?

But it's 'Plex, I start a craze like 

I got more styles than cinemas at Sunrise Multiplex
 [bad word] 
[Shabaam Sahdeeq]

Yo, [bad word] on streets as well as [bad word] on wax

Your style's sweet, won't you do a song with [bad word] 

I hold [bad word] down for 'delph, venoms circulate up in em

Funny when I spin em like they in the tu-tu's