F/ Dr. Ama, Dyverse The First, King Just, The Last

[Dyverse the First]

Aiyo, make room for the ace boon coon, who stay tuned
That felt, $#&@ what they doing, cuz they belt hold they pants up
Not mine, my grind's unphantomable, the actual bullet in my spine

I'm a radical but have a good time, out rhymes, out magical lines
To over shadow and shatter you, I'm back from the future
I'm souped up, and super

It's Big Worm Entertainment, and that's what's up, ain't it?
Fall back dog, my heart so rag, it look pain and that
You know Dyverse, I make you famous, just aim and pass

Move vibes like Adam Crate in pow, I'm a novelist
With marvelous novels that's empowering the novices
I go so hard with this, the Children of the Corn

Wanna feast on my harvest til it's gone, and god will let
The foul keep following, and swallow when it's done
Understand my wisdom, and aknowledge it, clown


[Rahsaan]
Introducing the ice man, $#&@ you, I'm nice, man

Chopping off your fingers, if you grab for the mics, fam
Shorten your life span, raising my right hand
Obey my rap thirst, the flow is a Sprite can

I'm ill like the Philip man, how I can just kill a man
See? I dumped your (*##$ cuz she's just still a fan
Spit game to a head spin like a ceiling fan

Oobidy, woobidiy, we call that a killa cam
Hah, I spread my swagger like mustard
Try to tell a ^!$$% I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with

Sucker MC's, you can keep rhyming breezy
It's a job, make something this hard look easy


[Lounge Lo]
The word on the street is hip hop is dead
How it got hit in it's hip, and then shot in the leg

And I'm from New York City, I ain't got no bread
Tell Flex to stop fronting, man, and rock what I said
Gorilla Hill, all day, baldies and dreads

It's a must do, when you dirt, man, you know the ledge
My O-U-T fit nice on, my mic's on
Shut the power, I need no lights on

Hear the beat, snapping his finger, you know I grind and linger
I'm in the hood, got no time for hingers
Beez Mode with a ease flow, curse with Dyverse

$#&@ with Ill Phil, then you gon' die first

[Shyheim]

I'm a trap star, running through dirt, like track stars
Cause so many cases, that's how I learned the law
My word is all I got, Shy, I'm like a dictionary

Can't wait til I'm %#@! with the six, pistol ready
In the Chevy, can better you, my lap pushing
Wishing a ^!$$% would in this hood, try to eat what I'm cooking

When I flame over the stove, put in extra hours
I put your name on the head stone with a boquet of flowers, coward
Give respect, get respect, %#@! ain't complicated

Disrespect, get hit with "techs", like Boot Camp made it
Smif N Wess, a special, I invest you into death
What you mean, what I mean, why you got paid like rent


[Dr. Ama]
Rap's like ABCs, and H2V, L-R-G and H-C-G's

S.I.C., your ace we squeeze
It's papes, we need, erase these keys
Too much in the p's? We seeing scrape knees

That's gangsta, best believe, certified G's
On top of the game, no shame in it
Soft top in the range, you dame in it

Just Satan for the souls he stole, now I want hell
You run tell, yelling my name, cuz my guns yell
The sun frail, beat ya honey buns pale, moisterize the face

With that gun jail, unvail The Outfit

[The Last American B-Boy]

I'm jump inside this beat like it's J.Lo's $$#
Cutting class, $#&@ the teacher (*##$, and give me a pass
Never left, The Last American, beat ya then dash
Grab a shorty, pack a forty, ^!$$%, give me the brass
I be going for the cash, so don't even ask

Super flow, rhymes a go, yes, the best atlast
Don't make me laugh, your rhymes a joke
When I'm rich, I'mma rhyme like I'm broke
Take a low Ferry boat, like soldier, ^!$$%s is dead
With a flow, that got Noah get tools out the shed

If ya heard what he said, then ya saying he's nice
Scared of God, like pork fried rice, now get it right, ^!$$%

[Phil Anastasia]
Mr. Phil Anastasia, who wanna fight?

With me against the industry, in the heat of the night
Recite with one voice, enough noise, Staten's back forever
Never to be forsaken, or to be taken light
Pass the mic, I lift the barriers to carry the torch
Resource with vocab, the kid's savvy when he talks

N.Y. native, with more innovative thoughts
Then a God damn renaissance man, of source
Walk the walk, every dog has his pain in courts
Incarcerated scarfaces, watch the cases get tossed
Forks in the road, no telling, how many I crossed
Write my own destiny, and move with heavier corps

Never take the easy route, I'm never taking a loss
My face, they either make it big, or take it by force
Who's the boss? Tony Maseli's coming up short
And of course, I rep The Outfit from out of New York

[King Just]
Yo, lights, camera, action, you're on

Clear out the way for Mr. Choke Armstrong
King Kong been locked up like Akon
Kiss the ring, sit on the throne, he the last don
My Outfit sick, from my crown to my kicks
Got a doorag flow that's as bad as my (*##$
Got a slim goodie hoodie, with slacks, I still boogie
My father named Album, my friend Al Doogie

I'm icing, my white tee, and you ain't gotta like me
They like Just do it, and I ain't talking Nike
I'm an addict with a fabric, you !@$)got
It's The Outfit, your raps speak, come wit it, then not have it