Artist: Othorized F.A.M. f/ Cappadonna, Killerman Archer, Lighter Shade, Son Don Moet Album: Hot Like Sahara Sand Song: Basic Killer Instinct Typed by: Cno Evil [Cappadonna] Just then, I came on the stage like wind Blew slang in your face and it touched your skin You felt chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy You need a coat just to protect your throat Two pairs of socks, kid I'm cold like ice rocks Chap-lipped thugs can't fuck wit the chatterbox Cherry heads feel the draft of the ox Shaolin niggas all came from one block [Lighter Shade] We be living, taking instead of giving So I be sitting, thinking moves on religion Manifested, our lifestyle, young child excer Moving horizons, hopping over turnstyle Yo, fuck killing, leave your mindstate in oblivion Corrupted, taking in, only thoughts I'm giving My hood neighbor', wild wild western Where kids sell cooked up rocks, with the devils blessing [Shawn Wigs] Aiyo, sipping Kaluha milk, and Hennessey mix Stimulates the mind, smoke sticks and lay bricks Stack rhymes for a thirty, foundation, the future's waiting I've yet to make my statement, rhyme my identification But soon it spread like rashes and ghetto masses A Shaolin nigga, you get blown like blunt ashes The square in the circle, if you step to the verbal Tical trees burn like tea bags of herbal I'm tight like a girdle, soul black milk kertle Layed up in the cut, planting rhymes in your firtle Airdrums, son, I done been where you at Jellied out the cut, and broke loose on the track Blaze this joint, lace it up like a boot And got the shit covered like a parachute I salute, I sip Abenezer's, Anazette Ran through, driving cabs, in my borough project I done sit on the thought, to cut short a whole fort Roll with real niggas, don't need an escort Got support like a razor clan, hold down, the face, go 'head [Chorus 2X: Killerman Archer (samples)] Mother made you, then muthafuck you (first you suffer, than you die) Mother made you, then muthafuck you (you're already dead) [Killerman Archer] Five, four, three, two, one Art of the nigga, in the ghetto five oh Because they can't get up, can't get up, can't get up, come Well they can't can't get up, come to lick a magnum Well they can't get up, can't get up, come make and run If ya running from thing, then ain't a fronter, up a dun dun Don't ever pollute it, so keep hogging it, and can't get it up, dead So where are, you taking the thing, the leg is up front, bong bong Lick a shot, they told you never will run, and is ya brethren dead It's like you don't understand, ya momma warned you Said nobody makes the bad man, no one to what So you wanta pick the beef, or weapon, and ya laser blast To the gun, will be last, lick a shot in ya yard But you lucky you missed, you wasn't a target Boy, when my blow starts rip, bad boy, here The news for it's no business, because the boy done slide And you feel the petried, and you hear the gun shot And the cops done pissed, cops promote that buzz from ninety know it But will come a bad boy if you crazy Come down low, if you come down low Come down low, if you come down low [Son Don Moet] We keep the shock of body rocking, dipping dopping, never stopping Faking popping, MC breaking, money making, illustrating On the go, fuck up your whole show, you didn't know The first one you checked be the Mo' Fly guy, can't do it live Make moves, but wise eyes come thrive Coming through, with that actual feeling But I come avenge, and want your ass on the ceiling Shake the ground, to it's very last compound See how it sound, a little unrational [Lounge Lo] Arabian thoughts are covered, I have you smothered Rest in peace to my peeps that I lost, dearly beloved Now it's nine sickle, so I gots to get a little Something for your brothers, busting glocks on the block, check it Let's get together for whatever It's time to get the cream, it's time to make the cheddar I never was known for the murder one weapon Now I'm stepping, seeing my peeps with fucking repping Now hold, who the fuck is that up on the mic The Loungin' Robert Townsend, right right, right right right [Chorus 2X] [Lighter Shade] In the beginning, was a prism, light incision His first decision, making man in the image of himself No evolution, no solution, devil's wealth Mother's simplicity, chill in Hill's destiny Greed brings a dead sea, home of the creep Life's just part of the journey, journey Death of a planet, that's what concerns me Evil has been here for long, people being gunned wrong Song of the burning, mourn, the beast that ends peace, at least White skin pilgrims and here to false feast Man's quest was once a holy grail Now how can you educate on the round chair Setting up new sales, when all else fail Darker skinned kids, build pyramids Help of spaceships, aircrafts of congress Whispers of wisemen, no tongue can defend Damn and comprehend, the death of a dinosaur Before the last thought, probably a played one Or aliens in see-saw, praying on my knees For the burning breeze, second to the freeze Drying of the seven seas [Shawn Wigs] Or catch the wept, but I don't need the catcher's nest Cuz I'm dropping MC's like Battleship And I'm blessed with the psycho, with personalities So fuck you, fuck you, cuz I can't face reality But I can, how you doing? This nigga's flipping Crazy, phat, yeah that's why I'm tipping The scales, and I'm quick to bust a sniff Cuz I'm an annoying, crazy, stupid son of a bitch So if be, I'm sorry, shit is getting hectic I swallowed my tongue cuz I'm a lethal weapon Bastard, and I got more blades than a fan I pack more gats than those guys in Iran And when it comes to grimes, I spend my hide up But I guess I'm a dick cuz I'm hanging with a bunch of nuts Flipping on punks for no reason It's that ill shit, cuz it's ill flipping season And I'm with low down, lower than dirt I dug a sucker from his grave, and I sow his tie and shirt Sent back, from the heavens up above I got too much love to hate, and too much hate to love Disrespectful, crazy rude and I'm bad Took the the red out the devil, howling at him in the MaxiPad I ain't crazy, I knew I was right... [Cappadonna] Deep meditation, sound orientated War of the blizzard, rap paramedical, the wizard Cappadonna, never caterin' to none My microphone in three verses will weigh a ton of slaughter You order five thousand back across the water My laboratory story keep me flow in with the glory Acapella or deep dirty instrumental I can blow the style like the stormy wind blew One gallon of wildin' Park Hill profilin I cut your face, a buck fifty showin' while you smilin For violatin my position I'll leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance Rated like the movie graphic, tote intelligence Person to person, it be hard for you to take a trophy You're better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me Cause I'm K-I-Double L-A all the way The PLO, TKO everyday, the, dancehall general Party fanatic, colonel, Cappadonna Sauna, old-school disco inferno Veteran for rappin with a new set of ruler hard rappin' Ninety-six liver, keep the live shit When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle I spark the mic as Shaolin spark the Methical Every evening I have a by myself meeting Thinkin who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin From my mental slang invention, rap twist upon a warfare I brutalize, all competition catch hell here Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it Come with the patch.. and MC's battle Ninety six dunn burial ground sound You better watch when you lay those tracks down [Chorus 4X]