Verse one: scoob
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now [bad word] My man’s right behind you, kane pull the trigger
I don’t play, I’m from the hill where [bad word] is real
And I’ll be on your [bad word] like bugs on a windshield
So bring your grip or you can think twice
Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I’m hitting hard, oh word, I’m gon rock it
Once the [bad word] drops, that’s dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still can’t get no cards
You couldn’t deal with scoob if we was playin cards
But if I got beef and it’s time for code red
My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
So hurry up and skedaddle
Even if you join a army, you still couldn’t battle
So where you from? england, you somebody great?
You burnin scoob, I don’t think so mate
I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
I have your friends ah-hah man, that [bad word] ain’t dope
Leave me alone when I’m rocking on the microphone
And play like e.t. and phone your black [bad word] ho-wome
Yo sauce, if you’re down with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and won’t ya show and prove

Verse two: sauce
Hey, here [bad word] with a slick rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so gimme my [bad word]  back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
How you got dope like sauce, money you didn’t do it
I write my own with bigger hope, drink of scope
Wrote what I figured, nope, [bad word] you dig a [bad word] doe
Rhymes too drastic, [bad word]  pull hookers like elastic
N-b-a style, fann-tastic
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed
Cuz I like, to grab my [bad word] with my right
Who could ever say that I don’t get plenty play
Win lose or draw, I’m bookin whores, anyway
As I get ready I’m steady if I go crazy I’d take eddie
If I was fred, I think I’d have to bone betty
Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz I’m duckin, nay
Nada no never meaning ain’t no [bad word] way
Rappers get [bad word] on and get fast
Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your [bad word] One line and that’s fear
Rappers get so [bad word] [bad word] they gotta go for a pap smear
So shyheim, if your down with the groove
Get on the mic it’s time to show and prove

Verse three: shyheim
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that’s in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track kid
And make mad noise like a metallica record
I’m psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin
When I’m [bad word]  and [bad word] gets dusted
Cause I rock the world from u.s.a. to asia [bad word] If your [bad word] stinks i’ma flush ya, then bust ya
Like a crazy man from cali son
My jams be packed like a farrakhan rally, what?
You know my style, I put the f in effin foul [bad word] child locks you down like rikers isle
And got more girls than a trailerload with shabba
More super than cat, I’m the punani don dada
So big daddy, if you’re down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won’t ya show and prove

Verse four: big daddy kane
Now tell me whoooo is the mannnn?
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And steppin to me, thinkin I can be touched? huh
Not even michael jordan’ll gamble that much, yo
I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it [bad word] for your title [bad word] it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit
Ahh yeah, that’s that [bad word] Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That is I thrown ya, scold ya, jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya
Look inside my rap book at every text my man
And see that I got, more essays than the mexican
The messiah that’s feared great, leavin rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for their prepared fate
Strong as an elephant, [bad word] and elegant
So well in it with every single element [bad word] gets none! huh
If I was wearing pantyho