Takin' Ova US

[Intro: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Uh.. Uh.. Shabaam Shadeeq Sinister V-O-I-C-E Easy Reservoir Mista Shadeeq Uh... Tommy Tee Sinister Voices [Verse One - Shabaam Sahdeeq] Moves you can't trace Terror face-to-face I lace the bass and drums with nuff taste When its crunch time, I invite MCs to my lunch time With a punch line, bake beef like a mongoose Even if its one line, and do rhyme I track em all down, waste a few rounds Clownass niggas get shot like grave robbahz Get around like my ballahz In the Coup de Ville, no time to chill Sun too hot to stop See the world through a blink of an eye, imagine dat I weight cannabis cats steadly takin' naps Perhaps, I fuck up ya dome like Pete Snaps No fake cats I need to procede with mine So long I step on the stage I spit fire I'm da natty, definatly living up the party I shut the fuckahz down if these niggas dont respect me Make em shake like epelepsy Can't stress me Can't test me with that talk ya talk keep it walkin' I walk mine till the end of time, connecting Collaborating with my comrades from everywhere True is how I keep it secret: I never leak it Hot like bahama beaches, with ya girl eating peaches Shadeeqy lace the track like niki Hiphop's a fine ho love the way she freak me [Hook - Mr.Eon] We come elevated Untranslated Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up Locally, globally wreckin' totally We come elevated Untranslated Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up Locally globally wreckin' totally [Verse Two - Reservoir Doggs] Momma always said there'd be days like diz I'd be stressed like diz, and fall victim to the streets At an early age have my peeps call early graves In the early days like around the late 80s When chicks around the waist had no tits but had babies My crew went crazy, drug money made us lazy I never wanted to work, just sell this rap drug To fiends everywhere with their headphones plugged Verbal injectah Hold the gadget like Inspectah 12 bars or pressure Ghetto story lecture Indiano, aka C-malo, a hard act to follow Nigga chew before ya swollow [Verse Three - Reservoir Doggs] Yo yo yo yo Get ya best lined up, get ready so we can combat I stomp that, blow bags and flow tracks Where the do at, bless a nigga format(?) packs Like gats by the ass crack when I click niggas past that They make lyricis, I blast back with a phat rap I back trakcs, u relapse, I pack stacks, u eat that Shit you talkin' new york bronx state of (?) Double bread niggas who shine get blind of the realness Yo feel diz Got my cake stacked up, and blaze shorty with the sex Got my games backed up, I bought a half a million worth of ice Keep it confidential, presidential on a rolex Go tex with the lex as we flex this General who da federal Interlectual 40 more with the residue dirty dogs B-X we bless like the hands of Christ And roll dice triple 7 for eternal life [Verse Four - Joe Sexx] My infra-red sizing you up, you live what nigga what Promote and curruptness, or necceary ruptness When I bliss, hiss the fist with (?) clips (?) up those tips between lips and shit Now and dat shitez Force and I dont cries smash da dice The cubes I hold I wrote, see low?? twice Shakin' up the standard turnin' scramblahz to can't handle us I want it all be to be, a bad (?) gambler Shacked ya girl as angela?? got her on camera-rush And when my mom sees how I'm mashin' or flashin' it from da door-step Ya niggas ain't vile, ya gotta disscuss the wild Fuckin' slim girls the project's gotta pee now Meanwhile niggas be fucking my guns keep bustin' Chicken heads keep fussin' Ya bitches always want to suck My .45 is cussing cops is coming but I ain't runnin' Joe Sex lets get added motherfuckahz [Hook - Mr.Eon] We come elevated Untranslated Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up Locally, globally wreckin' totally We come elevated Untranslated Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up Locally globally wreckin' totally (totally fades 3 times)