"Ah yeah you know what I'm sayin'

Ant Banks kickin' it wit the boy Spice 1
Comin' at your dome, hey Spice let it be Known"




Spice 1 with the 31 flavors

I be takin' my time so the suckers catch my vapors
On the dope track, rollin' like a Mack 10
I'm a fool when I'm $#&@in' with a fifth a gin

Fly, into the $$# of a beat like a buckshot
So damn dope I could be sold up on a drug spot
This is a section of my many styles

But my direction is to take MC's for many miles
So, Peter Piper packed a perfect pickle peter
Well, I pack the mutha $#&@in' milimeter

Where, in my trunk with the bump and the funk slam
Another brother like me sayin' god damn
Fact 1 I'm insane to the $#&@in' brain

Open up my mind and blast like it's a hurricane
Your in front of a firin' squad
And my job, is just to let it be known

Let it be known




Rolling up past a junkie in my Delta '88
With 2a's in my lap, and my aim is kind of straight

Lots of static up in my rhyme, (*##$es clingin' up to my noun
Gettin' dope like a kilo or an ounce or a pound
Bitin' up on my rhymes tell me how much you can chew up

^!$$% up in the rearview with his brains col' blew up
I am not the one or the two or the three'a
I be what is known as S-P-I-C-E

Let it be known, yeah
Let it be known




Dope, how mutha $#&@in' funky can a ^!$$% get

Comin' wit the %#@! ya can't $#&@ wit
After the murda I'm a step and then I couldn't see ya
Lockin' him up inside my mind, like in Santa Ria

187 mutha $#&@a
Kickin' that funky %#@! ya just can't get enough of
Spice, the ^!$$% that's icy like a popsickle

Hard as a nickel mutha $#&@as act fickle
Bet yet it tickle, cause the nine got the back side
So I kick 'em so the bullet take 'em for a ride

On a long trip, get in your %#@! and dip
187 up in the tape deck wit the muder %#@!
Takin' a ship to the dome

Spice 1 is up in the house muther $#&@er, so let it be known
Yeah muther $#&@er, let it be known




4-1-5 was my hood that's where I'm from (*##$

Black steel is my brother, $#&@ wit me you'll get dissed
Boom boom to the head now your body numb
I'll punk you out and slap your (*##$ and get a fifth a rum

There you are C.B.Bannern' all your casualties
That's what you get you $#&@ the 1-8-7 Faculty
I'm a fool to my bone that's what's goin' on

My boy got static so I used this mobile telephone
It was busy so I hng up and called twice
He said who is it I said it's M.C. mutha $#&@in' Spice

He told me someone sold my boy up like some col'd slaw
Pack your nine I'll pump the beat up in the Jaguar
I push the brakes and smash the gas and started smokin' %#@!

Picked up my phone and called my posse from the Okland (*##$
Shot to the city like a nine to the boat yard
We chopped him up and sent his fingers wit the postcard

Think I'm insane, no I'm just a little senile
And plus I'm caught up in this muther $#&@in' freestyle
And all you suckers must'a had a $#&@in' Pay Day
Nutty to $#&@ with S-P-I-C-E on any day
I'm so insane that my mind is gone

Check it out muther $#&@er, let it be know