Released on August 24, 1999

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[Chorus]

When our worlds collide, all your MCs will get fried

If you in my way, then you ain't by my side

So money, money (Hand up), always put your (Hands out)

'Cause we (So hot) Yes we (So, so hot)


[Verse 1: D-Stroy]

Setting off smoke detectors 'cause you inspectors came with methods

To put MCs out of school like asbestos in these sectors

Come off the head like cheap wigs for freak kids, don't sleep thick

My rhymes is potent so, uh, come and peep pigs

I got some *cut* for your cat litter, I ain't your average rap figure

Reconsider my rap's glitter with wack hitters

Stay back critters, set sail sellers, I'm an intelligent fella

I rock a style with crocodiles from Australia

That claim they Dundee, "Good day, mate", I ain't the one, B

I talk to [?] got knocked for miles out the country

Do the Humpty humpy, my old flows tease like dildos

Straight from your pillow, your career hype compares to willows


[Verse 2: Swel]

It's Swel Boogie, never decline, never acquitted

Couldn't beat me if you were a hustler and thought that you was slicker

'Cause I'm quicker than the speed of light, invisible to the naked eye

(Stronger) than the Man of Steel, not only that, my lyrics fly

To save your mind, control the wisdom, my magic be terrific

In the mind, pop brain, I'm just spontaneously gifted

Full of talents and still learning, picking up form pioneers

I take a lot of practice then I go and face my highest fears

My fire spears throughout the galaxy, blazing who stands before me

While you struggle in jealousy, while my goal [?]

So my daughter listen and respond, take notes upon my diary

And when I'm done, I hit it just in case someone is eyeing me


[Chorus]

When our worlds collide, all your MCs will get fried

If you in my way, then you ain't by my side

So money, money (Hand up), always put your (Hands out)

'Cause we (So hot) Yes we (So, so hot)


[Verse 3: Freestyle]

F-R-E-E-S-T

You finish the rest, nevertheless, the MC is me

Born highly corrosive, to burn's my ulterior motive

Always explosive, now feel the superior [?]

Flawless, you get ripped like ticket stubs

Simply with mic skills, I'm keeping you off the wall

Like old snowmobiles, your flow's no frills, stop getting 'em out the white can

Y'all ready blame everything on me like some do to the white man (Aight)

[?], I just take it in stride

These referees too terrified to get me disqualified

Not enough much pressure was applied, lead 'til he died but he tried

Now I'm cleaning his body with formaldehyde

He saw the other side, like Jekyll so Hyde

But here's a thicker plot, when I speak, you know I spit it hot


[Verse 4: Jise One]

Jise One, tribulation a.k.a [?]

[?] bombing down to Brixton

Fungus inside and toe inside your anus

[?], styles is miscellaneous, contagious, you couldn't wait this

Jamaica's lyrical mutilaters still underrated

And the shadows of the Arsonists affect you once you ancient

Mated the good side with the bad side

So now I'm traumatized, despise [?] the dark tide


[Verse 5: Q-Unique]

Q-Unique, grade A, R Rated

S stands for Supreme the Omega, Never ending, Infinite

Stretcher to the T, Top of the Set up

Get up like I wakened to a loud sound

Peoples giving props with the down pound

Whoever would think my pen ink would bring me status

Halfway up an average peak (He's got to be the maddest)

Have this feeling I'll be appealing to the masses

Microphone passes to the MC teaching classes

Apply my reading glasses and skim the fine print

Come close [?] dry skin was broken, coming up within

Out the pocket like spare change for pen the handling [?]

Property owned by government and living it


[Chorus]

When our worlds collide, all your MCs will get fried

If you in my way, then you ain't by my side

So money, money (Hand up)

Always put your (Hands out)

'Cause we (So hot) Yes we (So, so hot)


[Outro]

Yeah, when our worlds collide

MCs will get fried

Hahahah

(So hot) (So, so hot)

(So, so hot)

(So, so hot)

Hahaha

ASF setting fires

Setting fires

When our worlds collide

MCs will get fried

We walk the streets of whatever it is

We get biz

We go on stage, all y'all MCs wanna bring it, just come to us

We don't front

We do battle, we are MCs

Yeah, and we support MCs, DJs and rap artists doing their thing

That's sick of the nonsense going on