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[Kardinal Offishall – Intro]
Mick Boogie, waddup??
Justus League, WADDUP??
KARDINAL! (OH!)
Konvict, Black Jays! UH!
{?}, knowwhatI’msayin?
Cadillac, T-Dot {?} due out my niggas!
Let’s GO!!
[Photne – Intro]
It’s Little Brother (uh-huh!)
Phonte, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder (heheheh..)
This how we doin it (Jeah!! Show ’em what’s goin on, my nig)
Letï’s get it goin, check it out
[Phonte]
They never shoulda told me to rhyme on this
Get real, LB and —- form unholy alliances
Solely for the purpose of rhyming is – recommended
You keep your eye on this
Cause, I am this MC wit an iron fist
That, hammers out each style that I’ve invented
Hammers out each flows that I’ve presented
A solider for my squad like I enlisted
HOJ still swingin the guillotine
From here to the Philippines, it’s just as I intended
Muh’fuckers still say dey ain’t feelin me
You niggas is killin me, it’s just as I envisioned
And just as I have bended my flow over this track like contortionist
I ain’t even gotta drop no more bars for this
Better dodge the draft, you don’t want no war with this, c’mon!
[Chorus 2X: Phonte]
It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock
I see you niggas tryna cross that line
Don’t stop the party, stop-stop the party, rock
But I ain’t finna let you steal my shine
[Kardinal Offishall]
Yo, I am now who’s with an iron fist
I am one of the last standing true ly-ricist
Look in my irises, all of my words insist
On bein consistent, I hope that you fine wit dis
Whether you signed to backpack and I’m killin all of you
Wack-winding, flowin off-time and weak-minded – (never mind)
My mind sprays like AKs’ and Lebanon (BBBBBBBBRRRR!!!)
Speech is mad colorful like ice cream and Benetton
Fuck up a nigga real QUICK!! – and that’s the shit I’m on
Take out EMCEEEEEEES!!! – Once-A-Day like a vit-amon
CHEA!! A rap vitamin, my circle stays tighter than
A virgin on birth control – I’m like a leviathan
When {?} to put the trite and they {?} MOTIF!!
Iï’ve been declared a world THREAT – when 9th Wonder’s on the BEAT!
(CHEA!!!) Phonte, Big Pooh, and the Justus League
A lotta rappers soudin like they put crack in dey weed
BLACK JAYS!!
[Chorus 2X: Phonte, Kardinal Offishall]
It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock
CHEA! I see you niggas tryna cross that line
Donï’t stop the party, stop-stop the party, rock
Yea, and I’ll be damned if you steal my shine, c’mon!
[Rapper Big Pooh]
(BIG POOH!!) You in the presence of one of the greats
Ask niggas from state to state, they say „Rapper”
I’m in the midst of your hoes chit-chatter
Glassjaw niggas get shattered; I’m not flattered
Fried-chicken niggas get battered
Then laced with a {?} to served on a platter, HOT!
Right here if you want it or not
Got a mean 16 that came off the top
Ain’t have no dough, walked off the lot
Came back next week and cop, I got some old shit
So when I go to the lab, I let my soul spit
I’m light years in front of my foes
My Chi-Town niggas be like, „Pooh, you so cold”
In H-Town, they be like „Poobie gettin th’owed”
Wool parka trench straight down to the flo’
We the Trillest muh’fuckers in the South, yee ain’t kno?!
[Chorus 2X: Phonte, Rapper Big Pooh]
It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock
I see you niggas tryna cross that line
Don’t stop the party, stop-stop the party, rock
But I ain’t bout to let you steal my shine
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