Sing Like Bilal

[Intro: Sample Of Lil' Fame] Sing Like Bilal! [Joell Ortiz (Sample Of Lil' Fame):] Uh! Uh! Y-Y, Y-Y-Y-YAOOOWWWWW! J-J-Joell Ortiz, yeah (Sing-Sing like Bilal!) Oh! Aiyyo Flex I got the kite, I was tuned in saturday night Heh heh! You hear these guys?! (Sing-Sing like Bilal!) [Verse 1:] You remove the big label that be backin them (Uh) The moistened nine, ice the fake platinum And bring it back to rap I will flatten them I'm the best across the board like Tat and 'em New York, If you feelin like me then you tired Of listenin to liars, wishin it was fire But none of them is hot not the flicker of a lighter I'm about to blow up in they face Richard Pryor Your industry buzz ain't valid on the streets loser We don't care about them mags and them weak rumors Your secret wack parties with free hookah Ev'rybody walkin 'round tryin to be cooler Nah! See I be where they keep ruegers You ain't got to be in beefs the police shoot ya The ox will give ya a I'll buck fifty New rappers is cool but we still bump Biggie (Baby) I walk and perfects with a I'll one with me Fitted to the side on my Brooklyn shit No V.I.P. I ain't shook for shit I'm at the bar like afrter push ups and dips As for this mic they don't want nothin (Why?) Cause I eat 'em for breakfast, oatmeal cornmuffins Lil' insects y'all all buggin Flex I got you, next time I'll call up and record somethin [Hook: DJ Premier scratchin] W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me From the city where niggas known for puttin in work ("Xzibit") I-I-I-I make 'em nervous, I do it on purpose ("LL Cool J") W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me From the city where niggas known for puttin in work ("Xzibit") This here serious ("Erick Sermon") Sing-Sing like Bilal! ("Lil Fame") [Verse 2:] Check, I see your mouth movin, but you ain't sayin nothin Ya boy's speakers all heat like my neighbor's oven If I'm ANYWHERE near a mic, then I'm claimin somethin I can't resist "The Temptation", David Ruffin Hah! Who feelin froggy? Hop, kiddo! I see to it Miss Piggy is a chopped widow Before I saw gwap from Joell features I had the corner on lock, Darrelle Revis It's so I treat rap like coke, bet it You want lines, gimme mines, homie no credit Y'all was hyped about homes like, no sweat it He turned out to be a "Bus", Jerome Bettis I'm on my chiro shit now, "back" at it Steady spittin that crack, I'm a crack addict The belt sittin on my wiast, take a crack at it My craft'll put you to sleep - hehe, Craftmatic