...Two...

By Netherworlds

On Pals

Released on February 2, 2001

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[Verse 1: Anacron]

This shit is sick, nasty, hella ugly, close to grody

I'm only the bony brother to boldly box up your homies

You know me I, wanna fuck Kobe Tai

She so fly

If we meet I hope she like black guys

That got hot creole blood in their veins

And a strain of DNA

To play a role in BMA

Likable dude, Im reciting a few lines

To remind fools in due time

They'll get chewed up and spit out like recyclable food


[Verse 2: Himself]

Every time I leave the crib I get harassed by the cops

Waiting for a richer stop, walking fast up the block

Strolling past women who like to show their ass a lot

Everybody has a glass of something because its hot

It's summer in the city baby t's and short skirts

100 degrees, fools taking off their T-shirts

I'm trying to sell CDs while these fools work

Netherworlds hustling, nigga, 'till it hurts


[Murs]

A mic strung upside down for a left handed genius

Actually, I'm right handed but ? is the cleanest

Netherworlds eclipse the rap game, I know you had to see us

Sweetest shit up out the hive, I know you drones wanna be us

This buzz that we created to make y'all some true believers

Call us three wise men, this album baby Jesus

Please believe us