[Chorus x4] [Father MC: Interlude] Yeah you know sweetheart I told you once And i feel i don't have to tell you anymore It's you that i want, and it's
Tellin' sucker MC's don't waste my time There's a girl I know her name is Betty Straight to the head just rock it steady She's so freaky she'll juice
I've been accepted where you've been denied I'm the M A R, the Q U I S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as
understanding is clearer You had your chance for revolution You let it pass you by That's why I'm dissing wack mc's till the day that I die Reflection
nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches [Verse 1 - June the Great] I slang hope to the world like my name was Obama Shakin' hands with your father
like replays Speakers get blown like candles on yo' B-day Cause Luda's catalog got mo' records than the DJ The bank yells "mayday" cause every day's
wealth like KI's for G's 'Cause cocaine KI's is for those who have morphine needs Veins all ripped up, capillaries all stitched up A grand a day, hey
to the next step That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give Makin' other brothers
step up to the slaughter Get circumsized son and turned into a daughter nigga know they oughta drink the fuckin' kool-aid Industy laid out authorities are too late MC's
, eh, eh Wu Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu Tang, nigga, that's what's up Eh, eh, eh Wu Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu Tang, nigga, that's what's up
The father, the son, the holy ghost Which MC do you like the most WHy pick one when you could choose from three That's why they call it the tri-ni-ty
to grab like a pink cat, Tag on a wall, b-boy at the park while DJ's rock the party And mc's cook food for mr. pound it back In the days like when
a technological disease And psychologically do battle with the best emcee's Upper-case the T in technique Cause I'm the capital of revolutionary nation that's
And I'm the one causing fights up at the open mic I'll make ya sound real stupid if you don't hold me right I got MC's fending for me all day and night
God's children, habitats in tall buildings Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators Sinners who faithless, still there's hope Pray it's answered, dreams turned real What's
t fail. Spread The Word CHORUS Blaze it up The Ganja Vibes Reach every corner inna your mind tonight The Sacrament a go open your eyes That's right
get this point right here, it's perfect clear, props to anyone who bought a??Nothing to Fear.a?? Shout outs to Wesley Willis, Atom G., and John Hall. Word to MC
