Friday Night Street Fever

[Hook/Intro: Black Thought] Cheeba, cheeba this is Friday night street fever Cheeba, cheeba this is Friday night street fever [Verse 1: Black Thought] Cheeba, cheeba this is Friday night street fever The heat seeker, keep it cuttin' like a meat cleaver The grim reaper, I ain't eatin' ya'll ain't eatin' neither The team leader, dream weaver, keep a mean diva Makavellian, illegal alien rhyme on [nellian?] Half ya'll cats are full of helium Fuckin' with piranhas up inside of the aquarium Breakin' sound barriers, cats is hail-maryin' I am the apostle, I try to keep it gospel It's on, knowing that aroma hit me in the nostril I start spittin' shit white boys say they can mosh to The hostile, natives here to motherfucking rock you And pop this and that a ways, poison his gamma rays Money making jam, split your brain to the mayonnaise Then we at the VMA's playing it low-key If I'm the best, then toast me and give me my trophy You know the sick flows is what I kick mostly You going to have to bring an army, you cannot just toast me Your main lady tell me I'm in love like Joasky[?] Take a shovel, look above, and filleted like poultry [Verse 2: Dice Raw] Secrets of a true magician, it's Jam Boy Magic Pop up at your crib then slap you with the ratchet You got it backwards, put your brain inside a basket Blow a gasket, get your ass whipped wrapped in plastic Throw them in the placid, I spit acid And ecstasy, plus I got the recipe Only niggas fucking with me standing right next to me A million dead rappers and they at the bottom of the sea And that's a good start, please don't let me start Come up like tree bark, don't let me talk Cause I'm gon' talk shit, then I'm going to back it up These niggas is trash, somebody better slap them up Step into my cypher, it's filled with lifers It's filled with snipers, it's similar to Rikers With eyes like tigers, and arms like spiders With hearts like fires, and smiles like liars With grip like pliers, and mouth like Pryors It's raps new messiahs, man throw them in the frier [Verse 3: Truck North] These niggas get gassed like a Citgo And what it's hittin' for The Jam Boys get money like a Paltrow And get bids from the in to the outro Thinking they can fuck with the squad, they out they mind yo Strapped to the teeth, guns nigga yo Joe G.I Fresh when they see I Time goes on, no rest for the weary So if you peep the boy, peep the bad bitches with me I think they got a problem Houston, call Whitney It seems that I'm outer space and no jitney can get me They like North cause he so sure like Atlantic City In school I was the Dean no Martin, no Remey I simply, cause a total shock to your culture Hop in my car, drive to the Mars like Volta Wait for you to fall, hit your carcass like a vulture Niggas is endangered species, I'm a poacher Askin' where the tusk at, nigga it's a must that Jam Boys get paid, or else you get a gut-check And got all the sucka niggas like what's next Public enemy times three, the main suspects [Verse 4: Peedi Crakk] As I remain this, lyrical genius You can't see me, but I can see the Venus I can see your future, for you nothing changes For me it's kind of strange, cause all I see is Beamers Benzes, rangers and cause I arrange bangers Why you writing raps, man you should be a singer You should be a dancer like a ballerina Get this boy a tutu, what we going to name her We'll just call her Tutu, me and [Joey zutsu?] We on some old school Philly shit, you ain't used to Lookin' for a new boo, somethin' like a New New I just want to train her, put her on the choo-choo All you little rappers know Peedi go the meanest And if I wasn't famous, you'd still be on the penis Don't mean to be an anus, why you being brainless I should be ashamed, don't know why I entertain this