[Verse 1] Notoriously enterprising, vocals for analyzing I move, defiant speech more deeper than Poseidon Give me, the highest esteem like hundreds of cream Lick a shot off like Spock with them laser beams Its the, greatest vocabularian in era My styles vary like leathers, niggas rocking the serum Living forever 40 ki's couldn't measure to the treasure From these pedigrees I flow larger than C's Cristal and Dom-P, getting sexed in the 'telly From bitches, who's in the running (how they look?) up with Halle Berry I'm far from ordinary, I pitch a K like the arm of Satchel Beware from the strength of the Natural
[Verse 2] Now from below I die trying like a Japanese hero Lyrics are Kilo's the outcome nothing but cee-lo's Leave those, unprofessional pros alone Enjoy the sound that's now emitting out the microphone I'm every word personified, create astonishing lines Go inside and pull a paragraph or two from my mind Then decline the competition and recline inside the vision Of uncanny type precision, hit 'em in all positions Let it be known, my apparatus is stone Inject the hyper tone inside the space between your headphones I'm naturally grown, but leaving it sewn just like a surgeon Money I'm splurging, that mean I got to leave it burning (right) The simple fact, I'm like a Mac when I hit Reality perceived to me, this ain't no counterfeit shit Doing my thing-thing, I pitch a K like the arm of Satchel Beware from the strength of the Natural
Intro Word up Mic Geronimo....nah mean.. Check it out.... Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die Verse 1 Behold the uncontrollable I keep the hold world in drama smoke my competition now they jus a bag of skama I'm a reload the vocab that Manson used amatuers they plead the O.J. and wonder why they lose I subdue the microphone and left it in submission then cracked the Phillie open and found a talent that was hidden I kid no man whose similar to mental migrane the Masta I.C. enters now in ya game It's been a long time maybe too long since your audio produced a real rap song I robbed a man who doubt the jack up on the plan he can stand but didnt analyse the whole pro-jam I took my time, I found I couldnt wait to explain The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game Chorus [Repeat *4] Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die Verse 2 The new and improved you can't make a move or elude the feud about to be cued A soloist journed through tha mist now found assassinate the sound wit choke by the pound make my own type of home by the phone MC's reachin for my style, I'll leave alone my terminology and oddessy on the man I'll count your rap for sham and move cooler than a fan Split decision, I cut wit precision so many tried before but still couldn't get in Now it's on..no need to explain the Masta I.C. enters now in ya game Chorus Im high till I die so there's no need to lie pass that metal over to the small guy kickin inside from desire mills will be the amps on the mic will explode to feel the fire I'm lifted/up off my wig like terrific target every market/move on each one specific overload the frame but keep it all the same The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game Play me and try to get away thats a maybe be before and I will hold a 9 to ya lady I styles like a weapon/I hit the untrue don't need for me to come stalkin and lookin for you I rip through ya heart and bust through ya veins I guarantee that things will never ever be the same I kicked it on the real now I keep it on the plane The Masta I.C. enters now in ya brain Im so high... Chorus
It's Time it's time it's time it's time This is time to build it's time to build It's time to build it's time to build It's time to build this is time to build
Verse 1: Mic Geronimo I format my mind for combat In fact I put a hole up in your back on the song like that Rollin thick with my people ain't no room to breathe Surrounded by murderous felons drinks and bags of weed I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I I'm automatic trample in your static with the semi So when I squeeze I'm off in the breeze with these Licking shots at them whack MC's With no direction, I rhyme with perfection skills Drug a nigga like a pill when it's time to build Keep it real, get your head rocked when I wreck shop I bigger with my style ain't a bully on your fuckin block Word is bond I go on I'm breaking MC's with vocal tones over real rap songs Insane in the brain nothing left to gain Grab the mic up with skill when it's time to build, Mother Fuckers
Chorus: This is time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, this is time to build
Verse 2: Ja Rule Niggas increase the pain when they shout my name Horrified by the thought of hot slugs and graves Cause Ja is a sinister character loading that 44 caliber Infrared aimed at your jugular Who the fuck are you? Nobody cares You just be another nigga that needs repairs Talking to all them niggas shitting And all them faggots that be steady bitching, inside their insides twitching Sod sill delivering, DOA push a nine to your mind and commence the spray No bullshit, Natural's the king of left Scared of life but wanna play the game of death What's next? Niggas wearing padded kotex Pussy ass MC's get treated like rough sex I'm possessed you can't feel what I feeler Be easy on the cut, uh, uh, uh
Chorus: This is time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, this is time to build
Verse 3: Jay-Z Yeah, fresh on the scene-a with the fucking next niggas demeanor You know my work I bless and press more skirts then the cleaners I'm damn relaxed cause you cats can't stress the G Ain't a enough jump in 'em to make you high enough to test me Gone, niggas is moist like Duncan Hienz Choice when I'm voicing my poise I got poison lines So flame on I turn my game on the expert Niggas get chills when you hear my name on the network Fuck what you niggas kickin on the mic You chicken like you don't know what an ass whippin feels like I'm living flashbacks, I blaze niggas split like ass-cracks It's the J to the A, smoother than jazz tracks, yeah So when I'm browsing through your housing projects Niggas get 5,000 shit is rough Time to close I hit you with 16 of those Next time maybe more, but who the fuck knows?
Chorus: This is time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, this is time to build
Verse 4: DMX Check it out yo, Check it out yo, Check it out yo, Check it out yo I'm peeling niggas caps like oranges Hit 'em in the head with 2 by 4 inches I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody I did too much dirt to turn back now I'm the reason my lil' sister smoking crack now I'd feel guilty if I had a heart but I don't To live a carefree life if I stop killing but I won't It's in my blood to destroy man kind With every murder I lose it little more of my damn mind And I ain't got much left to lose nigga ,so don't snooze nigga I'm telling yous nigga, just pay your dues nigga Respect my mother fucking style of rap Murder your mic and your unborn child This ain't wild just how niggas living on the street A little something that cant be beat
Chorus: It's Time, it's time, it's time, it's time This is time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, this is time to build
Mic Geronimo: Recognize, understand, recognize, understand Recognize, understand, recognize, understand
This is time to build This is time to build This is time to build
Intro Word up Mic Geronimo....nah mean.. Check it out.... Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die
Verse 1 Behold the uncontrollable I keep the hold world in drama smoke my competition now they jus a bag of skama I'm a reload the vocab that Manson used amatuers they plead the O.J. and wonder why they lose I subdue the microphone and left it in submission then cracked the Phillie open and found a talent that was hidden I kid no man whose similar to mental migrane the Masta I.C. enters now in ya game It's been a long time maybe too long since your audio produced a real rap song I robbed a man who doubt the jack up on the plan he can stand but didnt analyse the whole pro-jam I took my time, I found I couldnt wait to explain The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game
Chorus [Repeat *4] Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die
Verse 2 The new and improved you can't make a move or elude the feud about to be cued A soloist journed through tha mist now found assassinate the sound wit choke by the pound make my own type of home by the phone MC's reachin for my style, I'll leave alone my terminology and oddessy on the man I'll count your rap for sham and move cooler than a fan Split decision, I cut wit precision so many tried before but still couldn't get in Now it's on..no need to explain the Masta I.C. enters now in ya game
Chorus
Im high till I die so there's no need to lie pass that metal over to the small guy kickin inside from desire mills will be the amps on the mic will explode to feel the fire I'm lifted/up off my wig like terrific target every market/move on each one specific overload the frame but keep it all the same The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game Play me and try to get away thats a maybe be before and I will hold a 9 to ya lady I styles like a weapon/I hit the untrue don't need for me to come stalkin and lookin for you I rip through ya heart and bust through ya veins I guarantee that things will never ever be the same I kicked it on the real now I keep it on the plane The Masta I.C. enters now in ya brain Im so high...
Once in a lifetime, love comes along And I know it's you that I'm waiting on And that sweet promise of our first kiss Keeps me hanging on, through times like this
So wherever you are, I'm thinking of you I wonder if you're thinking of me, too There's only so long, time can keep up apart So until we meet, keep me in your heart Keep wishing upon that same ol' star And know that I love you, wherever you are
Can't say I know what you look like But you're in my heart, you're on my mind And I feel your love deep down in my soul When I finally find you, I'll just know
So wherever you are, I'm thinking of you I wonder if you're thinking of me, too There's only so long, time can keep up apart So until we meet, keep me in your heart Keep wishing upon that same ol' star And know that I love you, wherever you are
So until we meet, keep me in your heart Keep wishing upon that same ol' star And know that I love you, wherever you are
featuring DMX Fatal Cormega Ja Intro: Mic Geronimo (DMX) Yeah.. (grrrrr) Introducing the Suspects DMX (grrrrr) Ja Rule Cormega Fatal Hussein (grrrrr) Mic Geronimo (my niggaz)
[DMX] What's all the noise about? Have some respect shut the fuck up Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up y'all niggaz don't respect me but you fear me and fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me? If I smack the shit outta this nigga His man over here be like, "Yo -- what? Nigga what?" But his man is like, "Psych yo" Take it from one extreme to the next And my shit always bounce like D-M, to the X I can bring it from up here, to ENOUGH IS ENOUGH Down to, "Aight I think it's safe to take off the cuffs" I play wit words, blurs and slurs, flip styles Take his and hers, niggaz is couraged, I get wild So don't make me angry, you WOULDN'T LIKE ME when I'm angry I've got a lot of enemies, and they'd all like to bang me (WHAT?) Catch me when I'm sleepin, with one eye closed One guy chose the dogs; left one got froze, filled with holes
[Ja Rule] Ugh, it's gonna be a long time befo' dey touch this here It's Gotti's, Consigliere, let's take it there and make a milli, yeah Which Bentley's? Ice drippin off the jewels, daily Ja the one, what? y'all don't hear me, nigga y'all remember, see-M-see, '95 December Fine women, illegal tender, such is life When I feel like I ain't to be held, who could hold me? Hoes try to console me, rec' exec's want to own me Damned if I die slow-ly, drugged out broke and lonely Like so many who pushed roadie before me Ja, hit em precisely, God just don't make too many like me Inadvertantly shittin on the Top 20 y'all niggaz kill me, talkin like y'all can't be touched See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what? Think again if you thought I gave a fuck!
Chorus: Mic Geronimo Yo.. Yo independently, reppin thoroughly throughout the N-why We thump and get high, infrared nigga, dead eye Aimin at the sky's limit, jumpin in, we all in it The good life, tryin ta live it *repeat*
[Cormega] Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz in plush cars Rikers Island killers with rug scars, police fuck y'all (Yeah) Live niggaz, I love y'all for representin Ya have respect of prison, came home, caught a Expedition Look in my eye, you see realness The Mobb tonic quest for million, my Lex with ill rims My name ringin, chain swingin, ain't richest? Are you my heir? Like do we present the same vision? My insight is deep, mental intuition Type essential, due to this trife life we livin My cypher, e-lite snipers in the mountains The Bridge under pressure for mad years and countin What? My connect eatin papaya, supplyin me Cormega represent a live nigga dynasty 9's and Tek's, my hollow heads outlined your vest My only fear is 25 years of death
[Fatal Hussein] One deep from Jersey, on the Island doin six Now ain't that a bitch, they sayin, "Hussein never shit" I shot more niggaz than thorough niggaz in your crew You and your mother know don't go against, be on you Mad career criminal, crimin be like a hobby Probably drinkin my notty or ill just shootin my shotty Nigga you get extorted, flippin styles, poppin chicks Bullets small as his G-be
> YeahCame to talk to you for a minuteYou knowI miss youBut I love youAin't nobody done for me what you done for me, MaYou knowSo I'ma do this one here for youRest in peaceYour sonIt woulda been the greatest thing in the world to seeAll the possibilities, you made em real for meIn '73 opened me to life itselfGuard my health and went for delf but needed no one elseAllah himself'll only know the reason you're goneAnd forever I'ma feel a little pain and mourn(Life goes on) Now I'm blessed, so I raise each mornStill I ask every night you help me face the dawnPray alone inside a stone-cold confusion and weepBut only your touch can bring me to peaceI can keep a little something of you with me till I reach the endTill then, let me ask you again, how you been?[Chorus]
[Royal Flush Intro] Word... Things ain't what they used to be out here, man Ain't no more easy living, no more man You best to recognize, man, it's a struggle out here, man We forced to do, what we got to do, to survive It wasn't nothing like this back in the days, man Word, shit got to change
Verse 1 [Mic Geronimo] Increasing murders, Three-strike life servers, burners, informers Guiliani's crews on us The heat's just like the guns that we bust shot up Poisoning the little ones, now they grow corrupt It's different stages, environment got most vision tainted Murals on the corner, Rest in Peace now a painting Haters seeing the dehumanization of a being But worst of all most of y'all don't know what I'm meaning And strange days, time seems to move so fast Only concerns is the cash, and a whip to match See this life is like a bid but it won't do me And it's funny nothings really like it used to be, one, two
[Chorus, with Marvin Gaye singing] Well things ain't what they used to be 4x
Verse 2 [Mic Geronimo] The epidemics, narcotics, paramedics Everybody eager at a party just to wet it And felonies, armed robberies, and sprees Higher rates on a key, ghetto love disease More discreetly you choose, who to fucking trust Nowadays bulletproof, and a Phills a must Most of us serving, or peeling the yardage on the charges Incarcerated cut-off from the world, disregarded Crack babies retardly born, dis-formed And fathers known for shooting China-White inside they arm Desert Sickness, planet Earth at it's illest Strategically the illest, plan a man in specifics Life is like a bid, but it won't do me Mentally these are the things that I should not see And I'm standing here, counting all the casualties Cause things ain't nothing really like they used to be, one, two
[Chorus] 4x
Verse 3 [Mic Geronimo] Like a night sky saw the darker levels, leading teams of rebels And steaming these streets, just like kettles Dime minds can rarely walk the concreate, eroded Playing, I made a folding, off the cards I was holding Young, Stand between you, from the phantom, ghetto backs drops a cannon Life at understanding, a maturity stage Still a thug, and some will stay the same, for most of his days Flushing to South Jamaica raids, saw the time change hands Caravans go to MP's after that Lex Lands And it's bugged just the product of I came to be, and it's funny nothings really like it used to be, one, two [Chorus]
In two 16's ladies let me show you what I mean I ripin' ya back at full steam Besteen to the ones who want to lay the law Maybe one ya'll want to eat and get to stay for more
If your sure that you want to get touched Fuckin' with the one hon like no problem Hang for a few, then we get wreaked from one two Up in air gaspin' for oxygen, ain't no stop for me
Fuckin' like a bunny I'ma ready To freakin' your body and leave sweaty For real all this frontin' swing it seems petty Needed to let me enter in your system like remedy
Getting it started baby let me explain And all you gotta do is leave a number and a name Now if I'm right then it might sound trife But I can't help the single life, for real, uh
I'm living the, single, single, single, (Living the single) Life The single, single, single, (Single) Life Single guys clap your hands
It's a hit like crack ma Guaranteed you can bat if you that far And the more for the organization after breeze And ya'll are crazy when I'm goin' over seas
The nicest ya get, queens death threat The five speed berry rip shit till you wet The mack with a muscle to bust your cork bustle I'm gone and your man smell trouble, check it
Candy on the front of me pimp or die Seein' I could mack without a try One of the baddest whoever moaned, leave a DOA My POA, is sounding like my G all day
Everything like fluidly bounce to the ounce And I'ma stay workin' the play, no doubt See I'm here to hit after that break out Now live your life and shout me out, for real
I don't want anybody, to get the wrong idea 'bout me I don't have nothing to hide, I want the world to see Just like a car I'll drive you, out of your mind It's always the first thing, in us having a good time In us having a good time, bop bop bop sho-bop
Uh, check I live the single life but only for tonight So when the sun rise, come rise up out my sight Know you like the family room, table lookin' like ice Elevator in the crib, we shot up one flight
Then I sexed her, by the wet bar, left her ass wet Found Az Yet and popped in the cassette Dim the lights time to please ya ma When ya flee could you try not to leave your bra
Changed the sheets so wife won't fine no hair on the pillow Cause if it ain't her regular color, oh brother Ya'll ain't seen drama till you seen my little mama, spazed out She like to fight till she pass out
So don't catch feelings in the morning you're gone Wifee's off tonight but tomorrow she's back on It's Iceberg baby, the mack was born Roll around you can feel wear the mattress worn
Well that's new, you seen the thin line well that's you Cause that's what I do, All day Get down like Dee Brown, I want to rock you On and On like Erykah Badu, damn ya feel that?
I'm living the single, single, single Life Living the single (Life) The single, single, single (Living the Single) Life Ha, single girls clap your hands Single, single, single (yah) Life Single guys clap your hands Single, single, single (oh yeah) Life If you're single can I Single, single, single (See your hands) Life Single guys clap your hands Single, single, single
