York Angie Martinez Grandmixer DST, yeah, Grandwizard Theodore Grandmaster Flash, I'm a take it all the way back Run-D.M.C., LL Cool J, Ralph McDaniels
in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school It was cool till your man MC Sham came through And said that Puma's The Brand 'cause the clan makes troops
head off Keep on gunnin' cuz of what they said Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head Scalp a skinhead quick And your greasy-ass triple clan and shit
. y'all soft and shook Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM And back heads down every time we sing Give us a hundred grand for a show
hook W.T.C. y'all soft and shook Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM And back heads down every time we sing Give us a hundred grand
? [ ROUND 1: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head
all out the pen You sold crack to hell and back Whoever would have thought you could fail at that Bein' broke ain't never been cool And it ain't no
Funkmaster Flex, is down with us KRS-One, he's down with us The Wu-Tang Clan is down with us Busta Rhymes you know he's down with us Naughty and Fat
in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school It was cool till your man M C Sham came through And said that pumas the brand 'cuz the clan makes troops
pushed my head down, cause I ain't know, word yo And since then neither religious or christian, but I keep the faith in Him Plus the desert eagle clan
And I insist that this, with a flick of the wrist Will be kid not dissed at the top of the list So go a-head, and stand, check out the man With a clan
Who's house? Run's house Once again my friend not a trend for then They said, rap was crap but never had this band Till the ruler came with a cooler
So here we go, now It be the Midnight Maurader on the scene Geographically earthed in a place called Queens I was formed with my principles, way I displayed When I used to cool
rough or we step in a mud hole, Things ain't changed, the game, hang up in a nigga pain, bang the nigga rain, hang wit tha killer clan, Straight out of
shadowboxing' Poisonous, poisonous (Word, word, word) I should slap all y'all niggaz for comin' In my fuckin' face with that shit Alright cool yeah,
, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head
I got u Matter fact, here take two Pits of flesh, political palm picked and gone Spooks with uz', ice picks, blades and tools Listen fool, the revolution is cool We leave clans