Yeah, Ah, Lab Techs, man
Hey man
What's up?

You got to get these ^!$$%z man
We will
They don't know like I know

Ah-ha, J U, That's me, ICE
Huh, Lab Teks


[Verse 1]
I'm from C H I C A to the GO
Sipping on courvosier, what up Rio

^!$$%z can't try to see J, with Miss Cleo
J flow Y3K, J neo
Every bar I drop is penetentary steel

Every car I rock represent me on the real
It ain't hard to hop in the Bentley's or DeVille's
No gimmicks, I'm multy, simply through the skill

J, I distribute my own CD
$#&@ you, this is a tribute to only me
And my clique ^!$$%, CONGLOMERATE

You predesigned with it, but I redefine lyrics
So open up your eyes, read the signs and hear it
The trey'll leave you ^!$$%z with leaky minds and spirits

Lay these ^!$$%z flat like matresses
Understand where I'm at with this
This is J..


[Chorus]
J, a ^!$$% packing trey all day, is like

U, must understand what I do ^!$$%
I, represent the CHI
CE, them ^!$$%z ain't $#&@ing with me [x2]


[Verse 2]
Better watch me, I'll show you what floss mean

Or you can get your mouth blown off like soft scheme
These skills are trinitron, 16's are effortless
Success we been upon, the hood is still repping us

You night like dinner time, for anyone approaching us
$#&@in with the pentagon, you think we just some vocalists
This is a rap rennaisance, I'm magnificent

Slugs are past stitches, I'm life's antifisist
J, got the right man ripping it
My cD dissappear like Soundscan is sniffing it

JU, slash ICE period
Debut, slash rap's 3D lyricist
Drug supplier, these thugs are liers

LAb Teks spit the flame, I'm in love with the fire
Thug attire, like I'm lapping in the tunnel
I'm downtown ^!$$%z, six-oh, six-one-oh


[Chorus x2]


[Verse 3]
If you want a little piece, I'll give you a little piece
I'll set this mother$#&@er off like the middle east

And let it jump, I stay calm as a reverend
I used to walk through the valley, like son's 27
The bomb when I step in the club

Comfy like Saddam with the weapon, it's love
These ^!$$%z fall down and they never get up
^!$$%, you can't buy a vowel now, the three letters is up

J, I'm left brain, hard to explain
I'm worse than 9/11 when the jets came
worse than John Rocker at Mets games

@@#!ing the tek, aim and blast
Hop in the Lex, range ang gas
And they wonder why I'm angry at

These lil' ^!$$%z in the CHI wearing Yankee hats
You Chicago ^!$$%, you can't be that
You ain't number one Joe, you ain't T-Mac

^!$$%, don't claim Brooklyn, don't do that
When you ^!$$%z come home, we don't want you back
This is 312, all pimps in it

Fall through, all blue, still creeping it
CONGLOM, pimps in it, the hood don't get us
We can't stop crooking, yall fiends won't let us
Do the math, what does one minus one equal
A bad situation for your people

Holla..

[Chorus x2]