for pictures Ice,coolin',yo colder than ever Punk executioner E pull the lever Rotate the wax tehn cut an'axe the tracks Push up the levels till the red lights max
neighborhood corner As my bass is max'n out the v.u.s on your box There'll be no doubt within your mind wheter this MC do rock Like granite. I planned
tear this whole joint into scraps I bust raps, perhaps caps, and trap the wack tracks Givin the max, for the minimum, not the minimum for the max Get
communications blow to the next ep I'm robbin your brains with antilogical, phenomical Suicidal with lethal type funk spread your nodules Straight up the weight up plus I max
What happened to that other rapper Y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name
[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become
Fly cars, I got diamonds in jelly jars To earn respect, collectin bar fight scars Slick talkin with a chick when I'm walkin Midnight stalkin, all the suckers be hawkin And I max
you used to Ever since the departing days of the juice Crew, my style been milk like a bottle of Yoohoo Was neva MC Monkey, see Monkey Do I move through
[Royce Da 5'9"] Comin up next is the incredible DJ's and MC's We takin it back to the beats and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES... 5-9 is BACK, about to make a nigga
past year No beer or no parka nike gear no wear or tear The new mic holder who causes, any fair Some max and relax then mellow then strive Shock-value mc
man Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker MC provoker, chocolate Thai smoker hear I like to max in Maximas
move They call me Hitt, 'cause I spit like gats do Cock me back Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true But
Black Walt told me if you wanna bonafide banga you gotta start with a hard ass kick and a snare (yea) Add some dope ass music around and a hard MC and
no computer, I'm goin' to Bermuda Baddest, MC Keith Baddest, MC Kool Baddest, MC Yeah Baddest, MC Yeah Baddest, MC Keith Baddest, MC
head is on right Back up kid you wasn't born right Playin center I block your wack raps like bill cartwright Pick up your rebounds, plastic soft production sounds All mc
to kill Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill) Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill, dressed to kill) Telephone girlfriend Answer the phone honey You lay on my chest like Max
[MC Ren] Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker (West West y'all) Yeah, L.A. niggaz L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga Y'all niggaz gotta recognize,
rockets Anybody sippin' Cristal - I ain't trippin Cause the papers to burn Tommy hil from head to toe With the heads to turn Jet boats Bitches in bikinis with life coats Max
