Released on 2000

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Verse 1 (Bahamadia):

Haam stay calm, but potent

Debut flopped but I'm over it

Back on my feet just like I'm 'posed to get (Yeah!)

Lifting up my left tittie to y'all token chicks

You ain't really hot, you just image and politics

I'm prototype, you duplicate of male affiliates

Sounding the silliest, doing renditions of hits like Al Yankovic

I never bit, kept it in suspense like a scene outta "Scream"

Legacy like Nasir Jones, I'm repping for queens

Doing royal things, locking down for offspring

Whole team be a bunch of backpackers and mic fiends

We all first string spitting the jewels that bling bling

And when I hit mainstream, y'all niggas can bite me

Cuts by DJ Revolution:

"Live and direct" [Kool G Rap] "Yeah"

"We takin over

"Live and direct" "Yeah"

"We move like the special forces, green beret"

"Live and direct" "Yeah"

"That's the reason why none of y'all can't compete"

Verse 2 (Planet Asia):

These is ghetto-bound scripts for pseudo MC's to breathe off of

I vaporize tracks like mentholyptus with active ingredients

Comin straight from the Yardie

My click rolls thicker than the Black Panther party

Up next for Generation X

Most of these rap cats is barely fresh

And when they carry me, they gon' bury me wit a mic on my chest

With a wide crowd looking

But for now these mic minerals is Ital

Cooking's getting seasoned on

We throw blades of various shapes

From the crates and CD's and those still married to tapes

Bahamadi up in the spot with Cali Agents and Chops

For all you big shots that thought you had this rap game locked

Verse 3 (Rasco):

Man forget about it

Whenever we got beef, nigga we spit about it

Get in the stance and swing hands

Better change the plans, it's not goin down like that

You in this game wit some serious cats

Perhaps we give dap to those that spit flows

Keeping 'em on they toes

Hope it don't come to blows

'cause if it come to that then we laying 'em flat

I hit these niggas so hard you think I'm sprayin a gat

We at these MC's, never smoking the trees

I think on the blink off some serious drinks

Fresh-dipped wit some serious links, we make cash

Put my foot on the gas and smooth rip a nigga's ass

Cuts by DJ Revolution:

"Live and direct" "Yeah"

"We takin over"

"Live and direct" "Yeah"

"We move like the special forces, green beret"

"Live and direct" "Yeah"

"My troops roll up wit a strange force"

Verse 4 (Chops):

Chops pedigree heavily drop rock readily

Hip-Hop deep sleep, reveille, corps form assembly

Genetically neither ivory nor ebony

Rather imbalanced chemically

Talents and tendencies towards supremacy

Ask not like John Kennedy

Who made your ass hot? Remember me

See the cause of the blaze

Lost in the maze, Frankie Beverly

While you dab your face with a hankie tenderly

Intricately weave this deadly melody

Along wit these 3 MC's combine rhymes to the Nth degree

Flows overload your sensory

So you can thank me regretfully

When these debriefing procedures leave a blank in your memory

What!

"Live and direct" "Yeah" (x2)

"We move like the special forces, green beret"

"Live and direct" "Yeah" (x2)

"None of y'all can't compete"

"Live and direct" "Yeah" (x2)

"None of y'all can't compete"

"Live and direct"