[Intro]

[Unknown]

A Little Higher!

[Muhammed Ali]

And I would like to say to ah those of the press and those of the people who like to think that I lost so much by not taking the step

I would like to say that I did not lose a thing

Up until this very moment, I haven't lost one thing

I have gained a lot. (applause)

Number one (cheers)

Number one, I have gained a piece of mind (cheers)

I have gained a piece of heart

[Slick Rick]

So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls?

So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls?

So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls?

So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls?

So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls?

So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls?

So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls?

So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls?

[PMD]

Shhh, I hear my people callin me

"Where is he? Where is he where is he?

Where's the PMD?"

I'm layin low, strapped with ammo

Set for funk mode, ask your man though

Who raps rhymes hold it steady - like a pilot in the cockpit

Parish Smith go out - nah that's bullshit

On another nigga for tryin to take mines, catch the flatline

Comin through time to breathe on the mainline

Airtight, no time to stall, you tell me..

[Chorus x2]

So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls?

So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls?

[scratching]

Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9

Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now

[PMD]

So save the Woop flop, what's a rap star?

A nigga who get props, then he's clocked like radar

Can't fake moves - people lookin at ya

Twenty-four oh seven - slip and they gat ya

Snatch that behind up - clip that ass with handcuffs

Jail cell for the niggas who like to get rough

And most niggas get rough, cause in beef we trust

Another man, damn kid, you smokin angel dust

I'm snatchin props, blastin niggas like RoboCop

Catch the speed-knot, tryin to mic block Mic Doc

Chill hops - I told you I roll with the Hit Squad

Stomp like the Gobot

But some niggas ain't hearin me so I make it clearer see

You can't fade the nigga who flips words - like Swayze

And Audi 5000, still housin, I'm out an'..

[Chorus]

[PMD]

So turn this mic off so I can kick the wicked shit

Type of wicked shit, that make niggas grab clips

But hold it chill - cause a jail cell's bullshit

Must grab the head - no time to be slippin jack

The world done shifted - niggas can't see that

But some do - and they make power moves

Playin for life - can't lose, too many dues paid

Mayday, in the game everyday tryin to find a better way

Yet the world keeps slippin

So I keep movin not tryin to lose an'

Big up to all posse, Bloods, Crips and crews in

Every ghetto - keep your shit thorough

And if they ask have you seen P? "Hell no"

[Chorus]