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[Intro](Freak it now)Knights will come, be advisedThey'll come for themBe advised they'll comeSomeone's sure that they'll be here[Double K]Yo Thes, what (what up?)Can you rock the mic?[Thes One]A ha ha, my mellow my man, it's like ridin' a bikeUh, Double K[Double K]What's Up?[Thes One]Can you rock it?[Double K]Like ridin' a bike, but only with training wheelsSo what, shoot the gift and let them know the deal[Thes One]Letras de cancionesI shoot the gift like NRA members on ChristmasMorning warning rock MCs like isthmus like a principal[Hook]I'm the principal, our crew's invincibleUnder The StairsImpairs auditroy of your whole municipal (municipal?)Code area, attack like malariaConcrete jungle bundle of joyWith bobby-boysIt's scary to think our tape destroys your crew's hopes (what?)I can't cope with that, say noPut it on a DAT, Double K'Cause everything I say will one day give awayOr another recovered in it's original placeSignify this straight caligrified versePetrified rock, put your goddamn block in a herse[Thes One]Only thing worse, chaos bursts the eardrums, the PMaking the beats and rhymes funkally-dunkallyFat like chunky here, but not out for radio playHere's a crew washing the wax my mind spaceTight A, not Navy deals, no wayPets for three sixty five daysI add a fourth 'cause I leap yearI leave tracks like AmtrackBattles the P and SupermanAfter that your crew will try and forget like Izoin(?)It's the Amistad, man Beckets(?) know it betterI rip it all up like a letter for the principal[Hook][Thes One]Chaos bursts...(Double K cuts in)[Double K](Unintelligible) my crew bad as milkThat's one, lace the trackLike a blow with the weak smellNigga, your stunnedOther from the brothers with another monkey(?) shitPut the viddy(?) on the stick and make sure it don't skipHip-Hoppin is reallest, punkYou know you want to admit itAll these crews runnin around with fat tracksThey don't get it, the gettin distressed (word?)The gettin me mad[Thes One]So what you sayin, Double K?[Double K]Just put that shit on my tabDon't feel like dealin' with it nowI'll deal with it laterSee, the mic's in my possessionYo, so while she did itTo the minmuteStupid frontin' since we first stepped inBrought it back a couple of timesNow you give it a grinFirst you tell your homey,"Yeah man, that shit's fresh!"Didn't know this kinda shit could be lurkin' the westWe puttin' hair on your chestWe flow with no hesitationLate radio stations ain't allowed on these premesisMillions hearin' thisLate at night like domestic violeceSmackin' you the fuck upUntil we get some silence (word)Keep you like Judge Judy on the micPuttin' up a fightRollin' hard 'till the break of daylightSo next time you corny niggas want to come hardcoreGo listen to 'Lil Kim (word...)"What's the time? Time to rock our shit"(Scratched until end in various ways) From Letras Mania