[Intro]

Turn me up, turn me up in my headphones

Turn up the headphones, turn up everything

Check it out, uh

[Verse 1: Omniscence]

It's on like a lightbulb, come into your local nightclub

It's the crew with the motherfuckin' dub

Sacks, runnin' over tracks like Penn Station

Perpetration get you bloody like menstruation

There's so many snakes in the business

They better watch they back, Fanatic is my witness

Niggas is fake like them ten dollar Guess shirts

I run with experts, puffin' weed 'til my chest hurts

Don't pursue it, I thought I told you last week

Nikes in your ass cheek, blowin' like a gas leak

Give me the reason, like Luther Vandross

I toast any bloodclaat wan come close

Cackalack king, F.O.L. my initial

Funky One Liner and the name is official

We gets thorough, the sixth borough

I got plans to make dough pushin' a '96 Montero

[Interlude: Omniscence]

Yeah, uh

Bitch niggas

Be on your Ps and Qs

Direct from 16th Ave

I introduce to you

The shorty phenomenon

Lil'K

Beware, niggas

Rock on

[Verse 2: Lil' Kalef]

Yo, it's a stickup, Lil'K on the scene plus rippin' shit up

I scream when I'm shoot, flow faster than a TEC with hiccups

So what's up? Breakin' niggas down with the four pound

Pussy tried to run, but now he's permanently sleep now

Tryna get slick, that's some shit, yo, where's the cash?

Makin' it last, actin' big, but he's Slim Fast

Pass the blessed Buddha, 'cause Buddha always stay blessed

I smoke sess to relieve stress and always wear a black vest

When I flex, wearin' leather gloves, plus show no love

Pumpin' more bullets in your ass than your heart pumps blood

We kill at will, nigga, fill and just grab a seat

You get me pissed, I be Miami, 'cause you in some heat

Guess who's back doin' shit you never heard of

That's right, it's little Lil'K in disguise as the mass murderer

I got the shit to make your body shiver

Got bucked in the gut, your liver quivered, dumped you in the river

[Interlude: Lil' Kalef]

Motherfucker

Represent

Straight from the motherfuckin' neutral zone

Sixteen, twenty, fifteen, five

Represent to the fullest

Strictly 3 Boyz, nigga

Niddy North

Omnis'

[Verse 3: Omniscence]

You get frustrated, I'm never faded

I finally made it, and now I know a lot of bitch niggas hate it

But don't debate it, Cackalack's most awaited

Anticipated, your flow's weak and your demo sounds dated

Let's discuss payment for what you owe me

Poppin' that shit, nigga, and ain't even know me

Testin', one-two-three, testin'

I'm stressed and niggas is faker than professional wrestlin'

But yes, I transcend all others

Runnin' up in baby mothers without rubbers

Movin' crowds like kis of coke, "Yo, your steez is dope"

I purchased a ounce of weed I need to smoke

It's 'bout time you got your rhymes out the feminine stage

If you got paid to rhyme, you'd make minimum wage

So grab the gauge little Lil'K, what you wanna do

Put a bullet in his brain or a clip in his crew?

[Outro: Omniscence & Lil' Kalef]

Yeah, uh

Sendin' this one out to everybody

All the real niggas in the motherfuckin' USA

Overseas, whoever

Come bring that shit, it don't matter

Before we get up outta here, I gotta give 'nuff respect

To everybody down south, Cackalack

'Nuff respect

What up, nigga?

Word is bond it's little Lil'K int his motherfucker

Rippin' shit like paper

Rest in piece to my niggas J.B., Nigel and Suge

With Little Larry in effect

'Nuff respect due to my nigga Fusion representin'

Yo, yo, yo, fuck that, yo, hold up

'Nuff respect to my motherfuckin' nigga Roo

Contact, Holocaust

Aw shit, can't forget my man Fly Eli, you know what I'm sayin'?

My nigga VH1

Hell, that's the nigga behind all of this, know what I'm sayin?

Lords of the Underground

The Giants

My motherfuckin' man, the rhythm Fanatic

Fat Beats

Yo, yo, what up, who you wanna shout out to nigga?

Give it up

I wanna make a shout out to my nigga Suge

Rest in peace J.B. and Nigel motherfucker

Straight from 20th

'Bout to be out this motherfucker 'cause it's late

Yeah

So as we move on into the next level

The next decade

Niggas best realize that this ain't no motherfuckin' game

Yo, we out, yo, peace