Artist: Slaughterhouse Album: The Illest 12" Song: The Illest Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: samples of Notorious B.I.G.] "Check it" "Rap-rap-rappers are in danger" "Rap-rap-rap-rappers are in danger" "Rappers are in danger" [Joell Ortiz] Yeah, y'all know the name of my crew nigga Slaughterhouse fool Yeah, yeah YAOWWWWWWWA! Check, uhh Rusty nine gettin gully on the roof This so rough, I left my skully on in the booth I drag my Timb' boots through the gutter with the truth Gotta fire at you while you with your mother on the stoop Ain't nothin nice, fillin five cent cups with ice Ass crack stuffed with the stuff that the custies like My flow inspired by po'-po' ridin by Cause lil' JoJo let the fo'-fo' iron fly So expect nothin but heat from me when the beat ugly I sour dollar spit, ain't nothin sweet money So whoever say Ortiz hungry is lyin I'm starvin, I'm famine, man I act like I never eat sonny I keep ya head noddin, when the bass bumpin And you can hate cousin, but don't say some'in And no face muggin I'm S-H-A-D-Y, SlaughterHouse All Day Young'un! [Chorus: sample of Notorious B.I.G. from "Think Big"] "Lyrically I'm, untouchable, uncrushable Ask your friends who's the illest, uh" {*repeat 3X*} "Lyrically I'm, untouchable, uncrushable Ask your friends..." "Check it" [Crooked I] It's Crooked I! R.I.P. Notorious Yo, Slaughter Yeah, rap is in danger Crooked I was born in a California manger God of the West coast - know the flow nice when you're signed to Shady/Aftermath and used to be on Death Row What if my gun and I sing you a lullaby? Nullify your skull in five seconds by puttin a slug inside Run and hide - I'm on some money goon shit Married to the streets, honeymoon shit, yeah FUCK a bride I'm 'bout to go Van Gogh and I have to reach for slavery guns, that mean I draw a master-piece I spit darts quick as a spliff sparks Writtens'll kick start, split you in six parts Which part of "I'm the shit and you a skidmark" did you not get? Put you in a ditch when it's pitch dark Make your bitch suck my Dick Clark Huh, that's what you get, heard that you a snitch Now get that tattoo that say "life," cause you a bitch [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Uhh, uhh uhh uhh It go, Joey I left the mask on and bury somethin, no disguise It couldn't get more official if it was notarized I want the pen on the jeweler for you to know it's fly Top of the chain in command if I'm playin my hand I know I better not override Who think they over I? Hope it ain't vocalized This ain't even a group, just one real nigga multiplied This'll end brutally if you try to get fast I put my life on it like it was mass, better pray that this Vicodin last Haha, if not, rap is in danger Niggaz is in a box, I'm tyin up rappers in a Wrangler Will clap and rearrange ya - but I hate to make my psychiatrist right and it's exactly what she said would happen with my anger (talk to 'em) You can't relate to it, how you gon' measure it? Broke, can't treasure it, jokers just embezzle it It's time to separate the realness from the rhetoric I figure one statement from B.I. should help to settle this [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] I, I said I'm gunnin for the motherfuckin +King+ like the historical terror shot I'm sittin in a Hilton rich like Paris' pops Spread money around the whole town like heiress twat Compare us not, I'm a terrible terrorist plot You the character Carrot Top While I'm stompin on barriers 'til my era stops like a triceratops When I'm done roamin this Earth bury my bones in Mariah Carey's box Who you know answer with guns? Shady's our homie, live with the GOAT like Julio from "Sanford and Son" We're the problem with a problem, got no love for my foes Y'all just wearin Red Bottoms, I got blood on my sole/soul We are dope, we are postal, we not social On Twitter, we block Oprah and Deepak Chopra Y'all niggaz think y'all fuckin with us cause people quote ya singles? Yeah right, you're makin your fuckin point with broken fingers My dream's fulfilled like this cup full of potent tequila that I'm about to raise UP, and toast the dreamers Yeah [Outro: sample of Notorious B.I.G. - repeat 2X] "Get your writin crew, get your writin crew, and they dopest rhymes I get up in that ass ev-every time Lyrically I'm, untouchable, uncrushable Ask your friends who's the illest, uh"