Artist: PH.D (Poet & Hot Day) Album: Without Warning Song: Without Warning Typed by: email@example.com [Sample: KRS-One "Numero Uno"] "Public Enemy is down with us but M.C. Poet ain't down with us!" Drama sample: "I'm not dead; tell yo boss I'm still alive and I'm mad as a ??? " [Verse 1] Get up jump up, to what I pump up Just like a vacuum cleaner, I suck up All my foes, and all my enemies Rappers front like they just seen ten of me You can't front, you're mad and I know it Pissed because your girl threw her panties to Poet Smelt like a popsicle, no obstacle It's gonna keep me from gettin' to you Cause if I wantcha; I'ma getcha And when I hit'cha; I get rid-a-ya I don't play no games when it's time to eliminate Rappers that perpetrate, I just suffocate Hit 'em with a blast of deadly smoke; Watch them choke On my rhymes I wrote; now who's dope? Hot Day and Poet in effect People that def, one step past perfect My rhymes are hazardous, nothin' as bad as this Rap all you want, you never surpass this MC's listen and learn, I'm scoring Rhymes are pouring, strictly - without warning! Without warning! [Verse 2] All you MC's think you can't be beat Poet is here to subtract, and just delete 1-2-3 — niggas is history It's no mystery, we got the victory You wanna battle me? Let's get to it Sooner or later - We gotta do it Poet against anybody, in the industry All of you together still won't injure me From label to label; artist to artist Show to show, just to see who's the hardest If you got guts, you don't get your butt kicked But you're still the victim of Poet Rappers ask me, why I like to dis I just tell 'em, "mind your business!" Before I dis you; you could be next Don't try to plex; don't get me vexed Hot Day's abilities, like artillery You thought he was wack? Stupidity! I said you could sleep, but don't start snoring Rap was boring until now, without warning! Without warning Without warning Without warning [Verse 3] A lot of you rappers seem to be buggin' Ego trippin' when you really ain't nothin' Suckers making records, trying to check Boy, you ain't jack, compared to Po-et Rappers I e-rase, not leaving a trace Your own mother won't recognize your face I'm a eat you like a piece a pizza, leave the crust Turn your brain to mush Now, you know it, the Poet's the master You want to battle? You'll be a ghost like Casper Get off the sleeping pills, we get ill, chief You wanna lose some teeth? Try to beef! Now how do you spell 'relief'? The P the O the E the T, and you know that's me Not another MC, they can't get loose They will sound like somethin' outta Dr. Seuss Poet and King Hot Day's the emperor Straight up and down can't put it simpler Rappers must learn, I don't burn I just disintegrate; overtake and break Your rhymes are phony; weak, wack and fake Stop tryin' to rap, before you get ransacked Stay on your back, and your bed is boobytrapped Poet's everywhere, in the night air Like cougar, I'ma do a - demo You called me soft, boy, I'll blowup your limo And anybody else that got a little two cents I'm the rage, and you're the nuisance I wax the nation of rap's population [KRS: "Poet, you're soft"] What are you, bassin'? You've been nominated, to be eliminated To be cremated, to be terminated Who's the best? You don't gotta guess Hot Day, did I serve those punks? [scratching: "yes, yes, yes, yes..."] Cut it up, Hot!