INTRO [Korry Deez?]
E`rebody on top of sound killing
When they dun know, we are original sound killer
Fosse-will you know we
Anytime we start dance-dance off the lot
Girl follow back of we
We have e`rething pon cock
Girl chant to me
We start dance from 19-0-long
Pick a only firefighter a we collect
A dub plate we have
Anytime we drop Kardinal, IRS and Wio
A blood clot big tune dat
[Kardinal Offishall]
Yes
Oh me oh me oh my (what)
Them a try run Mr. Kardi-ni, flavours you can`t deny (what)
`Cause them Circle cats rhyme so fly
Them tracks stay do or die and (what) as (what)
When them write a murder song before a cats can`t turn around
I jump and beg for they live (what)
Lick off a style, me-a-fi put dem all back
Rap from T-dot to the Bronx and Bricks then I come back
(Will you wake me up?)
[Wio-K]
If an emcee step outta line, fill them mouth get cut up
Butta, lick a fist sound get bigger
Beat up and kick up until they boy start sicker
(Girlfriend what`s your name?)
I ya look, so sweet with your horse legs acting like you`re strange
It`s full time, now you come off on dat range
My name`s Wio, bareback rhyming in the plains
[Allistair?]
Blessin` this, effortless, mess with this, eff with this
If you think you got a chance to do me with your devilish messages
Stressing this can only lead to battery
You rattle me, request to battle me I take as flattery
I see ya, grip your bible
I`m the lyrically homicidal idol, who`s liable to take your title
with a single or silence vital
You respect the steez, I get vexed with ease
Don`t make me ask to respect me please
CHORUS [Jully Black & BlackKat?]
It`s an old time, ol` time killing
We a deal with, run and get your money clip
For another day in another way
Dem man, no a take the ray ray
We are a murderahs
"The MC..." <-- KRS-One
Killas
"Murder she wrote" <-- Chaka Demur & Pliers
"Murderers"
"When ???? come to mash out to the champion sound"
[BlackKat]
Yo, 1-8-7
Cold blood I meant to do it ruthless
Knew it was murder since Da Grassroots produced it
Now we got some ax-murderers upon the track
Burning murder onto wax
So you can witness the attack, it`s Black... Kat
The nigga who writes to burn flavour
So hype the Source should give us 5 mics and 2 turntables
We spitting this with beats so ridiculous
And rhyme style limitless, let`s see if they can get with this
[Kardinal Offishall]
Wio - you`re crazy, your tough talk don`t amaze me
Imaginary gats busting just don`t faze me
Lick a shot, wave your flag, gunfinga in the air
Headstone on your 12" says Mr. Kardinal and the Monolith was there
From `94 to now, the beats run wild in the East
Leaving `nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers that`s made for 5-0
Babylon forget dust and let my people dem go
CHORUS
[Kardinal Offishall]
Call me a sound (killa), gut (filla), rhyme (spilla)
Don`t date vanilla, hip hop guerilla
Mind (chilla), don`t drink Miller Lite
Night thrilla, spite might fill ya
Bite and you invite with a recite to kill ya
[Wio -K]
The tox licker, shot licker
Girls flock quicker, since my crop got bigger
Get yanked like a glock trigger, just to make the plot thicker
Girls got thicker, I`m run up in the spot licker
(Don`t let them watch me so)
I`m the nigga your son really wants to chill with and know
You must think it`s me that make that nigga act so
Vexed `cause your church friends gossip on the low
(Wio - let me say)
Now for the people who don`t know what`s gwaning
They sleeping on the whole city, stretching in your heart
Not knowing that T-dot`s about to shake your ass out your dreams
So (wake up) before you end up in a pine box
Seen
CHORUS
"When ???? come to mash out to the champion sound"
You better run go and get your money clip
[Jully Black]
Run go get your money clip
Run go get your money clip
The emcee killa, killa killa
