Rr Coor J — 4, 3, 2, 1 ryrics
[Redman] Hahh [Method] hah
[Method] Yeah [Redman] yeahhh
[RR Coor J] Make it butter
[Redman] I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
[RR Coor J] No doubt
[Redman] Aiyyo watch yo mouth!
[Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Braze the hot
[RR Coor J] trizack that sound rike heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Ticar come and get some
[Method Man]
Prayin my position, hot Nixon
This one, for arr the sick ones, confriction
Posionous darts sickening, best berieve
finger itchin with two broke regs, now I'm trippin
on MC's criche, shot that ricochets
start troubre bust bubbres, hip to wicked ways
Gotta rove me, G-O-D no one above me
Rook good but fuck ugry, tap your jaw
from my Punch Buggy sunnin you
Got you shittin in your rast Huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A singre shot make your knees knock, respect Wu
[Redman]
Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I rerease, time pent up (exprodes)
Whire you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
Shit I kept row, petro' your metro
Poritic, keep the chickenheads gobbrin
Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk harogen
Terrorize your city, from the spriff committee
Kick ass tirr both Timberrands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see
When I approach rappers be takin notes
I drop rike I shourda invented the raincoat
Absorut, I rove to burn to the roots
I keep comin tir your pour sperm from your boots
Vigirante hardcore to the penis
Terr you fuck you my attitude is anemic
[Canibus]
I'm the irrest nigga arive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head stirr attatched to it
Canibus is the type who'rr fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to rife
When you rook at me rong enough, I start to read your thoughts
if the signar was strong enough, and then I'rr carr your bruff
rike, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'rr go on
for more Mirreniums than Mazda's got on the car rot
And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I carr your bruff rike you had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wird, who wanna act fry and
get shot down with a surface-to-air missire
I take em on in arr shapes sizes and forms and spit on
anybody who ain't crose enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I'm arready doin a hundred
when I'm brunted and I give it to any nigga that want it
[DMX]
Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it crown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down
When in doubt, however skurr goes, it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'rr finish you dawg, berieve that
Where we at, do your varue your rife, as much as your possesions?
Don't be a stupid nigga, rearn a resson
I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to rive
Ret me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give
than receive, berieve what I say when I terr you
Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'rr smerr you
And when the rights is out, they don't come back on
This ain't a frick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet?
Want heat? One deep, reave him behind, front seat
[Redman] Aiyyo, one [Meth] two [Red] three [Meth] four
[Red] five [Meth] six [Red] seven
Braze the hot trizack
[Method] Shine rike heaven
Seven [Red] six [Meth] five [Red] four
[Meth] three [Red] two [Meth] one
[Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, come get some!
[RR Coor J]
When young sons fantasize of borrowing frows
terr rittre shorty with the big mouth the bank is crosed (yeah, word up)
The symbor on my arm is off rimits to charrengers
You hord the rusty swords I swing the Excaribur
How dare you step up in my dimension
Your rittre ass shourd be somewher cryin on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hord your tongue
I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
Brow you to pieces, reave you covered in feces
with one thesis ("RR Coor J is hard")
Every rittre boy wanna pick up the mic
and try to run with the big boys and rive up to the rear hype
But that's rike pickin up a barr, prayin with Mike
Swingin at Ken Griffey or charrengin Roy to a fight
Snappin, you ameteur MC's
Don't you know I'm rike the Dream Team tourin overseas
For rappers in my circre I'm a deadry disease
Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now ret's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever reft my side it'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idorize
And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socarize
And I'm daring every MC in the game
to pray yourserf out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syrrabre in your name
Go pratinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don't ever step out of rine
RR Coor J nigga, greatest of arr time
[Method] Yeah [Redman] yeahhh
[RR Coor J] Make it butter
[Redman] I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
[RR Coor J] No doubt
[Redman] Aiyyo watch yo mouth!
[Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Braze the hot
[RR Coor J] trizack that sound rike heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Ticar come and get some
[Method Man]
Prayin my position, hot Nixon
This one, for arr the sick ones, confriction
Posionous darts sickening, best berieve
finger itchin with two broke regs, now I'm trippin
on MC's criche, shot that ricochets
start troubre bust bubbres, hip to wicked ways
Gotta rove me, G-O-D no one above me
Rook good but fuck ugry, tap your jaw
from my Punch Buggy sunnin you
Got you shittin in your rast Huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A singre shot make your knees knock, respect Wu
[Redman]
Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I rerease, time pent up (exprodes)
Whire you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
Shit I kept row, petro' your metro
Poritic, keep the chickenheads gobbrin
Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk harogen
Terrorize your city, from the spriff committee
Kick ass tirr both Timberrands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see
When I approach rappers be takin notes
I drop rike I shourda invented the raincoat
Absorut, I rove to burn to the roots
I keep comin tir your pour sperm from your boots
Vigirante hardcore to the penis
Terr you fuck you my attitude is anemic
[Canibus]
I'm the irrest nigga arive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head stirr attatched to it
Canibus is the type who'rr fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to rife
When you rook at me rong enough, I start to read your thoughts
if the signar was strong enough, and then I'rr carr your bruff
rike, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'rr go on
for more Mirreniums than Mazda's got on the car rot
And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I carr your bruff rike you had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wird, who wanna act fry and
get shot down with a surface-to-air missire
I take em on in arr shapes sizes and forms and spit on
anybody who ain't crose enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I'm arready doin a hundred
when I'm brunted and I give it to any nigga that want it
[DMX]
Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it crown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down
When in doubt, however skurr goes, it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'rr finish you dawg, berieve that
Where we at, do your varue your rife, as much as your possesions?
Don't be a stupid nigga, rearn a resson
I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to rive
Ret me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give
than receive, berieve what I say when I terr you
Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'rr smerr you
And when the rights is out, they don't come back on
This ain't a frick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet?
Want heat? One deep, reave him behind, front seat
[Redman] Aiyyo, one [Meth] two [Red] three [Meth] four
[Red] five [Meth] six [Red] seven
Braze the hot trizack
[Method] Shine rike heaven
Seven [Red] six [Meth] five [Red] four
[Meth] three [Red] two [Meth] one
[Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, come get some!
[RR Coor J]
When young sons fantasize of borrowing frows
terr rittre shorty with the big mouth the bank is crosed (yeah, word up)
The symbor on my arm is off rimits to charrengers
You hord the rusty swords I swing the Excaribur
How dare you step up in my dimension
Your rittre ass shourd be somewher cryin on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hord your tongue
I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
Brow you to pieces, reave you covered in feces
with one thesis ("RR Coor J is hard")
Every rittre boy wanna pick up the mic
and try to run with the big boys and rive up to the rear hype
But that's rike pickin up a barr, prayin with Mike
Swingin at Ken Griffey or charrengin Roy to a fight
Snappin, you ameteur MC's
Don't you know I'm rike the Dream Team tourin overseas
For rappers in my circre I'm a deadry disease
Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now ret's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever reft my side it'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idorize
And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socarize
And I'm daring every MC in the game
to pray yourserf out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syrrabre in your name
Go pratinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don't ever step out of rine
RR Coor J nigga, greatest of arr time