(Fo Chief)
You know I got that bone crack flow,
Chief tax all you lames, I got my moe back joe,
Never lax in my lane before you know that road,
Cold raps in my veins, I think you know that though
I rarely act silly, but actually
I'm dead serious
Wet Willy, step wit' me clean,
I bury 'em back barely,
Oh sincere with the rap very
Thinkin' I'm just gon' hit 'em with the lean,
I'm back again,
Got my chips and cashed 'em in,
So adamant, they call me clean, yeah that's accurate,
With the pen dagger I been badder
Than all y'all chit-chatterin'
Rattlin' about you been wetter,
Cut the cornball shit
The cannonball rip,
Right through the center of your core, you shoulda wore a bib,
Hyped when I hear the thunder roarin' rain pourin' in
Fight, give me reigns, the raw pain toe to toe wit' it

DJ Skip Ripkin on the cuts

(Kontrast)
Lookie here, doggie, what ya found?
Original boom bap,
The underground sound
We be callin' it "Tomb Rap"
Heard from 'round town you be fallin',
Ya crew's wack
And word is now you follow but you hollow like cocoon wraps,
These buffoon raps gettin' chewed like saloon snacks,
My platoon pack don't salute back to fool's, jack,
Newsflash: think it's funny?
Fire ripples quick,
Honey dip I'm well equipped
And I'm liver than a nipple slip
Simplistic, kid, sophisticated,
Watch me, flip this bitch then I'll fist the cadence
In a swiftly mist of a blissful fragrance
I'm on Ripley shit, leave you pricks amazed,
But then I seem to gaze when shorty drop it like it's hot
Like a fuckin' tea pot spilled all over her sweet spot,
Knees drop, baby I'm the juggernaut
What you fuckin' thought
I keep these niggas runnin' hard when I rip 'em up

DJ Skip Ripkin on the cuts

(Fo Chief/Kontrast)
On the grind so hard, you check the mouthpiece
A kind so long, respect, give you a pound, peace
Unleash heat, man down and now we power play
So I'ma make my move now, fuck what cowards say
Naturally hot, they be drinkin' kerosene
Actually I'm not thinkin' that your glare is mean,
They just some ficklin' pixies whistlin' Dixie,
Pick a bone go 'head you know the crew is with me,
Flyin' with bars equipped, timing with the iron grip,
If you get with them dudes, that's where the lion sips
Climbin' in with a pair of pliers on this rhymin' shit,
I'ma flip the pussy sit back and watch the hymen rip,
Disgustin' words that be bumpin' through ya speakers now
Beat thumpin', keys to the function got you geekin' out,
We got ya round brown ass steady creepin' south
But believe it now
When we rip 'em up
They steady leakin' out

DJ Skip Ripkin on the cuts