[Verse 1: Wild Wes]
It's the one! The only, incredible
The beats I make are immensly remarkable
We got a couple troublemakers in the house
Wes and Icy got em out. Lemme tell ya now. How!?
See I make a little beat with a drum and a snare
Then I add the bass just everywhere
Then I write some lyrics. Then I spit fire
People say I am bad man they must be liars
People must be angry I must say
We deal with these b****es every single day
Bass comes out the speaker like a ****in' cannon
I'm gettin' all this money but i'm not spendin'
Spend a couple hunned. Got a few Gs
The speaker shakes the bones. Then you'll sneeze
Back once again with the good OG
His name is legendary. It's MC Icy
You know when to clap when we start to rap
When I get lost I don't need no map
I've mastered the art of a sick old school feat
If you want a good beat here's the treat
You mental. Simple. All out in the temple
How I spin records without a spindle
Always making dough. I don't need no more
If you have a whack beat just run out the door

[Chorus]
These sick rhymes. Take em With Ya
These sick beats. Take em With Ya
The sick bassline. Take it with ya
This song man you gotta take it with ya

[Verse 2: MC Icy & *Wild Wes*]
*Take It With Ya X4*
Yo, it's MC Icy and i'm back upon this track
The rap nowadays are whack to be abstract
You hear the boom bap then the audience starts to clap
That's because of the fact that I know how to rap
If you gonna make another project go ahead and scratch it
It's gonna be a wreck so go ahead and overhype it
Sorry for the composition I've just got a habit
It's nice to be an addict but I still got to lose it
Me and Wild Wes are bringin' back the old school
You don't to be all cool or a fool
Despite all the rules make a good rapping role goes slightly approved send them out to the ride hopefully you explode are you a good rapper?
Because I don't have a clue
Speak your bad rhymes with no glue and be less confused
You see lemme introduce the Whack MCs to the legendary LL Cool J
He's amazing
If a great G can understand you know
Ay! You Dexter a figure got the rapper worldwide killer
No need for stash had tweets on Twitter
How about we wanna pull the trigger
Do me a favor and smile for this camera
If you got a mic then take it with ya

[Verse 3: Wild Wes]
Bass. Take it in right here
You better have fear cause i'm gonna get near
You wanna be a real tough man
Gotta get a good beat I don't know if you can
Yeah. I'm true to my own opinion
The records that i'm playin' are always spinnin'
Keep the tempo up i'll never put it down
When a wannabe makes a song it'll make ya frown
It's not enough
These awful will make up for the rough
Beats. Got em on blast
When I start racing no I don't finish last!
Take it or leave it you better just take
The rhymes on your mixtape are so fake
Some of my rhymes are becoming real simple
If you love this album you better take it with ya

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