Pete Rock/Marley Marl Freestyle

[Intro: Dom Pachino (Killa Sin)] Yeah, airwaves, airwaves, yo Killarmy shh... yo (it's Rocky) Pete Rock... what's the deal? (One-two, one-two) Marley Marl... (live and direct Straight from Shaolin, what up New York? Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [9th Prince] Aiyo, I'm wise like a blind man, playin' piano Jellyin' across the Verazanno bustin' at Sopranos White boys with attitudes like Rocky Marciano Got a fire arm like Dan Marino We serve John Wayne in El Dorado Go to war like Al Pacino, Or Robert De Niro Casino The ghetto is pitch dark For the street's of messenger, like the story of Joan of Arc First spark, with Stapleton park Gladiators and DMD, before that was the Paris Crew Squad I used to sit up on the benches State of mind, third eye dimension lynchin' Killarm' comrades like henchmen Street doctor leave you paralyzed in St. Vincent's End the session with the weapon Madman, reach for the sky and snatch the Moon out the Heavens [Interlude: Killa Sin (Dom Pachino) {9th Prince}] Yeah, Killarm' (Killa Sin) Killarm' (Killa Sin) {Word up, underground, what?} Killarm' Killarm' (Killa Sin) [Killa Sin] Yo, fuck playing with it Nigga, I spit it, I say it, I live it For the critics, nothing but did-ick You haters, forget it I'm made for this, raise the blades with the fitted Razor scriptues, scrape your debut Make your label dismiss it, now bang to this shit If your game ain't official, then just' it Same thing for them lames that came with you I hope they bang pistols That's for the game, it's officially over for the fiscal Take a toast, to my niggas with aim, cuz they won't miss you [Outro: Dom Pachino (9th Prince)] They won't miss you, yo, Killarm's official 2001-2002, youknowhatimsayin, we throwing grenades Splashin' ya'll off these years, son Word up, (exclusively, exclusive Pete Rock & Marley Marl) Killarm' Pete Rock & Marley Marl (straight from Staten Island) One love...