Dark Denims]
What? Take it to your mother$#&@in head
Royal Fam, yeah, just me and you, ^!$$%

Just me and you

Prepare to die ^!$$%

Yeah you, with your snake-ass
Slitherin all up in my grass, with your fake $$#
The Dark one, my Royal Fam du', I make a part'

My team tight like fifty-five ^!$$%s up in the 'partment
What bothers me, brothers ain't dealin with equality
Yo, ^!$$%, Timbuktu got your $$# stuck to poverty

$#&@ the law, because the law made enough
Disrespect my Fam, awww you done $#&@ed up
Who sent you? All of a sudden you actin sentimental

You think I give a $#&@, have some knuckles to your dental
The rhymes tight, $#&@ five mics
Gimme my strikes, my raw heat, We're World War street

That's what I said right, you playa hater
Save that bull%#@! for later
I shine your mind and refine, cuz I'm greata

You dubplated, we can never be related
^!$$%s like you keep my Fam motivated
In ninety-nine its our time to shine

My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?

[Snuggle-Up]

Basically I couldn't wait, I want the whole restaurant
$#&@ a full plate, 20,000 Brooklyn-ese at $5
^!$$%s is weak, a new single as I speak

I realized half the world ain't been baptisted
As the sunrise in Brooklyn, owe Allah
Good-looking, dead foreshooken, I'm about to make this happen

One man $$#ault against, everything rappin
Pregnate the industry, I'm claimin that its mine


No need for blood, test the albums on time
And when ya hear it indeed, that's when I breast-feed
Teach the culture-seed, longevity

And if the truth shame the devil
I'ma take you to a level where the truth can get you killed
I'm nice with the skills, for real

I pay my bills like this, plus I'm strivin righteous
C.O.I.N.S. no quest' of course we're priceless, what?
In ninety-nine its our time to shine

My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?

[Dark Denims]

My Law & Order will slaughter ^!$$%s in the first quarter
You wack ^!$$%? Yo, let me rock the mic for ya
The Dark Denim had it made so you can fit 'em

My Royal Fam, we strike mics like the Deadly Venom
You can't $#&@ with the lyrical
Bomb you and your physical

Inspect yo' Deck, Bob your Digital
85% of you ^!$$%s is not original, it's over
Ask Jehovah, I put the witness in a coma

Ran up on a buster with an Arizona
We rule %#@!, same old ^!$$%s on some new %#@!
My new slips got you (*##$es dancin to my music

In ninety-nine is our time to shine
My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?


[Dark Denims (Snuggle-Up)]
[Snuggle-Up repeating "wack-ass labels" on the background]
Yeah, all you fake $$# ^!$$%s, Royal Fam, COINS

[Dark Denim hachs and spits]
Spittin on y'all ^!$$%s for the nine, 2G
What? Comin at me with that old time bull%#@!

What?
(Original U.K. $#&@ you!)