It´s like that y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)
That y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)
That y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)

And that´s all!

[Nas]
Street´s disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I´m on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was 12, I went to Hell for snuffin´ Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I´m causin´ hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
Swimmin´ in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard
Kidnap the president´s wife without a plan
And hangin´ niggas like the Ku Klux Klan

I melt mics ´til the sound wave´s over
Before steppin´ to me you´d rather step to Jehovah
Slammin´ MCs on cement
´Cause verbally I´m iller than a AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift your mind
Shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
Rappin´ sniper, speakin´ real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I´m out to lunch, God
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
My voice box locks and excels like a rocket

It´s like that y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)
That y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)

That y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)
And that´s all!

[Joe Fatal]
Fatal is merciful and they curse me
When I grip the mic I show no mercy
I got heart, I rip the party apart
From the seams and hem ‘em up like bell-bottom jeans
But you get done, you get blues like 501
Brothers are live but I bet ya I´m liver, son
So let me get upon the scene and redeem
The dream of a team, and knock ´em out like Mitch Green
Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed
Rap on off breaks stompin´ like Northlakes
´Cause I´m livin´ larger than the founders of Fendi

An Asiatic brothers that many rappers envy
So round up your crew and entourage
And let the God Merciful just take charge

It´s like that y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)
That y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)
That y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)
And that´s all!

[Akinyele]
Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit
But I don´t sweat it, ´cause I´m too big for that small shit
Like pigs when it comes to a showdown

Huff and puff but the Ak won´t get blown down
´Cause I come strong
Rather than come at all and not be ready
That´s what separates me from the petty
MC´s gas themselves by drinkin´ too much Getty
And get torn the fuck up like confetti
I´m rich and thick in lyrics like Aunt Jemima
It doesn´t take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I´ma
Get you sucker, if you bite like a piranha
So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama
Point blank, period, with no comma
Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homicide
´Cause I knock ´em dead even when I´m at my worst
The only future that lies ahead of them
Is the lights from the hearse
Got game like a crackhead

But don´t be misled, I keep rappers on lock like a dread
Knots in the head from the words that I said
So get a shovel and dig your grave
´Cause the shit you talk is dead

It´s like that y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)
That y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)
That y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)
And that´s all!

[Large Professor]
I grab up girls like jacks
Add ´em on like tax, and I´m over like Hot Trax
As far as brothers are concerned

A pressure cooker from start
To finish I diminish like a Cuisinart
Secondly, I´m sick of critics who´s neckin´ me
(Oooh, he got an afro!) yo, but I got dough
Why´s my name the Large Professor?
´Cause I milked your cow: in other words, I hit your heifer
Don´t talk about how you can break Rambo
That´s just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo
Propaganda, save it for Savanda
Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra
Don´t let the folks around your way puff your head
´Cause you´ll be the owner of a hospital bed
I´ll kick fire out yo´ ass so fast
You´ll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass

It´s like that y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)

That y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)
That y´all (that y´all!), that y´all (that y´all!)
And that´s all!