[Mr. SOS:]

Gimmie a minute, then you can gimmie two
Cause when I get in it
It’s hard to finish
So you never know when I’m through
Everybody, get up and move!
That seems like the most logical thing to tell you to do..
Cause as soon as the track dropped
Somebody’s match sparked a cigarette
And when it hit
They dropped a whole matchbox..
Music is that hot..
Energy amped up
Enough to make ‘em legalize America’s cash crop

[PackFM:]

My style ain’t free but I got it for cheap
And I’m assumin’ I’m the boomin’ comin’ outta your jeep
And I illuminate but not Illuminati
You see, I’m just a human and my duty is to follow the heat
Now who am I to disapprove on how we body this beat
And leave 'em stompin’
Til the souls fall out the bottom of their feet
And since I came out of the womb
I’ve been what’s hot on the street
Now get out your seat and party
Cause we rockin this, G..
[Homeboy Sandman:]

F train
Left brain
Reason for the checkmate
Reason why the check paid, ese
Regular on eskay’s webpage
Regularly x-rated escapades
No reason to x-ray
Won’t break
Rappers be okay but opaque
Me & Pack see rappers be like “oh great”
Hardly see no greats
Mostly see busters that exude fright
Busting in a food fight, no grapes


[HOOK:]

(OH!)
[Homeboy Sandman:] Boy Sand, my feet are mad big!
(OH!)
[PackFM:] PackFM defeated mad kids!
(OH!)
[Mr. SOS:] SOS is a beast, just ask them!
(OH!)
“We will leave the beat in ashes!”
(OH!)
[Homeboy Sandman:] Boy Sand, My Ree’s are mad quid!
(OH!)
[PackFM:] PackFM, techniques is mastered!
(OH!)
[Mr. SOS:] SOS! The rest are past-tense!
(OH!)
“We will leave the beat in ashes!”
(OH!)

[Homeboy Sandman:]

I go ape
My boy 8th
Got a tape with 2HBs
Leave sucka emcees outta place
Talking 'bout they moving weight outta state
Moving 'bout as much weight as people weigh in outerspace
War games, watergate
Holding pounds, moving pounds
Your pounds is all water weight
And all n vain 'cause my veins is all watermains
Ice water mane
(OH!)


[PackFM:]

First of all, y'all ain’t better than us
That’s word to the DNA that’s embedded in us
Man, I fuckin hate rappers
I ain’t said it enough
I set 'em up, knock 'em down
And I ain’t letting them up
If you’re feeling lucky, jump
We can settle this once
The proof is in the pudding
And your spine’s gelatin, punk
Now look, y'all done got my adrenaline up
And I gotta let it out or my head’ll erupt
(OH!)

[Mr. SOS:]

Hotter than solar heat over tumbleweed
Flows make the crowd say “O”
Without the double “P”
Pump the beat
Up to the highest degree if you fuckin with me
And if you not
You’re a pussy emcee that I’m fucking to sleep
Sufferin’ succotash
You make me fuckin’ laugh
When you start sucking so bad
That you make your own mother mad
Stop doing your own people dirty like trucker baths
You’ll be dumbin’ it down
While I’m dumbin’ it up a tad..


[HOOK:]


(OH!)
[Homeboy Sandman:] Boy Sand, my feet are mad big!
(OH!)
[PackFM:] PackFM defeated mad kids!
(OH!)
[Mr. SOS:] SOS is a beast, just ask them!
(OH!)
“We will leave the beat in ashes!”
(OH!)
[Homeboy Sandman:] Boy Sand, My Ree’s are mad quid!
(OH!)
[PackFM:] PackFM, techniques is mastered!
(OH!)
[Mr. SOS:] SOS! The rest are past-tense!
(OH!)
“We will leave the beat in ashes!”
(OH!)