Producer  Thes One

[Thes One]
Venice boardwalk, to watch the choppers of v,
From South Bay to Pasadena, yo we back on the scene,
From 110, 10 405 to 5 my 9 to 5,
Makin' it live, some flash bulb when we arrive,
Got the city on lock, block for block, as we stomp through,
Pop crews shining like new cop shoes,
Keepin' a beat, we made it,
Top of Friday night brothas always stay faded,
And been underrated for a long time now,
So take your black album, eat a peg,
You can read it front page, people under the minimum wage,
You freestyles are rockin'em still,
High-profile like roof tiles on Echo Park Hill,
Next step, payin' bills, stay dippin' like Dolomite,
On an LA night, chillin' out in the heights (right),
So who can make it tight (we),
First initial the (P),
U-T-S Thes One and Double K just be,
Rippin' up a track, on attack like a tyrant,
Pullin' out the rhyme books, stack'em up, yo admire it,
Fire it up, do the Cissy [bad word] down Stearns,
Earning money for your liquor, sacks, blunts, and golden burg,
It's a way of life and since you're living fat, be advised,
P is back, stealin' old records and your fries,
Black, guard your headphones,
We're internationally owned,
For salmon like bones on show microphones,
But before that's said we gotta make sure that everyone out there is ready

[Double K]
Ayo we back like the rear,
Your fear standing in front of you and your squad,
Breaking'em down the numbers inside,
On the follow-up tip, making sure that it's fresh,
Fat bump in the tub, and yo whatever you slang,
You know their names from the first one, if not, go and get it,
Two letters makin' it better for the fools that with it,
And all the brothas with the funny haircuts, Get on the floor,
Females, give out your address, we givin' you more, [bad word] Ray, don't need no DJ, sucka I handle that, [bad word] in bundle packs to make you wanna humble the style,
The new America's most,
With the Triple K, your days are up, claimin' your coast,
I represent with a passion,
And punk I ain't askin, I'm tellin'
Then after that I'm bailin',
Call me Mr. Meaner
Cleaner than your pop's bowling ball collection,
Up in your section like z's, straight off the tip philly G,
That the homie rolled up, and that you get when I spit,
I suggest high steppin', choose a weapon and flip,
You [bad word]  you [bad word]  but you niggas can't hide,
I'm peepin' you at all times,
You're album's like a show, dimes,
So we put these together, made it potent in fact,
Backed it up, as a five presented, made the streets live bird,
And what you get, get into sound that we hittin',
(And yo your lady don't think) because it's armored like Brink's,
And locked down like your uncle T-Bone, ya know,
So get ready, get ready, so we can start the show

[Thes One]
Yeah we're tired of your fake underground sound
Ya fired, non-vinyl buying, punk crying over Casios,
Get it re-wired so you can sample original breaks,
You know that real funky [bad word]  not them repressed fakes
[Double K]
Ayo the efil4zaggin will continue to be saggin',
And baggin' on these sally Thes cut MC's,
Until they learn the lesson we kept, molded and brought back,
Keep the album, we out Black
[Thes One]
Ayo you thought [bad word]  soft, man you lost your mind,
Yo you thought [bad word]  soft, man you lost your mind,
You thought the P [bad word]  soft, lost your mind
You thought the P [bad word]  soft  [bad word] you lost your mind)