Lyrics:

Verse 1 (Bahamadia):
Haam stay calm, but potent
Debut flopped but I'm over it
Back on my feet just like I'm 'posed to get (Yeah!)
Lifting up my left tittie to y'all token chicks
You ain't really hot, you just image and politics
I'm prototype, you duplicate of male affiliates
Sounding the silliest, doing renditions of hits like Al Yankovic
I never bit, kept it in suspense like a scene outta 'Scream'
Legacy like Nasir Jones, I'm repping for queens
Doing royal things, locking down for offspring
Whole team be a bunch of backpackers and mic fiends
We all first string spitting the jewels that bling bling
And when I hit mainstream, y'all niggas can bite me
Cuts by DJ Revolution:
'Live and direct' 'Yeah'
'We takin over
'Live and direct' 'Yeah'
'We move like the special forces, green beret'
'Live and direct' 'Yeah'
'That's the reason why none of y'all can't compete'
Verse 2 (Planet Asia):
These is ghetto-bound scripts for pseudo MC's to breathe off of
I vaporize tracks like mentholyptus with active ingredients
Comin straight from the Yardie
My click rolls thicker than the Black Panther party
Up next for Generation X
Most of these rap cats is barely fresh
And when they carry me, they gon' bury me wit a mic on my chest
With a wide crowd looking
But for now these mic minerals is Ital
Cooking's getting seasoned on
We throw blades of various shapes
From the crates and CD's and those still married to tapes
Bahamadi up in the spot with Cali Agents and Chops
For all you big shots that thought you had this rap game locked

Verse 3 (Rasco):
Man forget about it
Whenever we got beef, nigga we spit about it
Get in the stance and swing hands
Better change the plans, it's not goin down like that
You in this game wit some serious cats
Perhaps we give dap to those that spit flows
Keeping 'em on they toes
Hope it don't come to blows
'cause if it come to that then we laying 'em flat
I hit these niggas so hard you think I'm sprayin a gat
We at these MC's, never smoking the trees
I think on the blink off some serious drinks
Fresh-dipped wit some serious links, we make cash
Put my foot on the gas and smooth rip a nigga's ass
Cuts by DJ Revolution:
'Live and direct' 'Yeah'
'We takin over'
'Live and direct' 'Yeah'
'We move like the special forces, green beret'
'Live and direct' 'Yeah'
'My troops roll up wit a strange force'
Verse 4 (Chops):
Chops pedigree heavily drop rock readily
Hip-Hop deep sleep, reveille, corps form assembly
Genetically neither ivory nor ebony
Rather imbalanced chemically
Talents and tendencies towards supremacy
Ask not like John Kennedy
Who made your ass hot? Remember me
See the cause of the blaze
Lost in the maze, Frankie Beverly
While you dab your face with a hankie tenderly
Intricately weave this deadly melody
Along wit these 3 MC's combine rhymes to the Nth degree
Flows overload your sensory
So you can thank me regretfully
When these debriefing procedures leave a blank in your memory
What!

'Live and direct' 'Yeah' (x2)
'We move like the special forces, green beret'
'Live and direct' 'Yeah' (x2)
'None of y'all can't compete'
'Live and direct' 'Yeah' (x2)
'None of y'all can't compete'
'Live and direct'