(When the streets are full of smoke, and the sound of roaring guns, they'll say to you: do you think we're really brave, or just lacking in imagination? Well, they've been warned that the testing days are ahead. Of the past months, we may well say: we've lived a life, and not an apology

And of the future, I think most of them would say: we shall live hard, but we shall live)

Headqcourterz rest in peace

Hurr

("How this **** stay so hot?!"

"And I'mma show you how I'm nice with mines!"

"Bump- Bump- Bumpy")

Preemo, Bumpy Knuckles

Let's rock!

How come so many people wanna hear me and the Preem

'Cause that’s that Boom Bap killer supreme

**** get scared and they run to Preem

Can you please ask Bumpy to release the team (Come on)

Goon in the booth, now you're all quiet

'Cause you know you in the room with the truth

I don’t give a fuck about your gun, I got one, son

The difference is, I pop like gum

You run like Rev

No diss, just real metaphorically sick with my shit

Because I put time into the rhyme style quality moments

In the booth, I write down truth, and spit it

Salute my **** Gifted Unlimited Rhymes

Who really was a comrade who spazzed sometimes

Back stage antics, on stage plant it

Pretty girl right in the front, you bagged it (Woo)

Waiting for signature Primo scratch

Big Shug and Bumpy Knuckles got your back (word up)

Brim low with the frames on like prescription

Friendship versus B.I. to write description

I could never figure what the distance was about

But I did see the infiltration playing out

See, some sick **** see weakness

Fertilize it and tweak it

With the hate

And motherfuckers stay clean away from me

'Cause he knows I'd a leaked him (wword), like a lake

And when he did see me he didn't look in my eyes

'Cause he know I'd have peeped him

'Cause he fake (Bah!)

I think Hip Hop thinks, I fell off

I hope you don't think, I fell of

You buggin', you buggin'

I'm still gangsta

Cowards got real **** playing themselves

Begging for a dollar when they really could take it

You catch me fucking around one of these ****

It would be in his house with his momma butt naked

Get get getting my fuck on

Two 'o' clock in the morning

She notice the truck gone (Woo)

The love song, is 'If You Think You Are Lonely Now'

Playing in the background

You still horny and I am back now

Real gangsta shit, this ain’t plastic spit

Pass the blick, we way past the spit

And I am committed to Hip Hop

That’s my bitch, Preem and Bumpy Knuckles we make that shit (Word up)

Boom, boom, bip, bip, Boom Boom, Bap, Bap

Right in your face

And make a motherfucker style switch right in your face

I'll punch you right in your face (Bah!)

How these rap **** get, legendary status

And they really ain't legendary ****

They never rap real shit

And when they walk real shit

They gots to call real **** (They gots to call real ****!)

You don’t ever wanna get so comfortable

You feel you can test my gully (Pow!)

I shoot a hole in your skully

Soak you in so many left-right blows

It's like you in a knuckle shower

You won’t like those

I got a big butt bitch, with real nice toes

That will put the snub nose on the tip of your nose

Have my back bitch boy strike a pose

She gon' shoot holes

In your motherfucking clothes (Bah!)

Boom

Premier, what up?

Salute Preemo

DJ Premier

Salute Gang Starr Foundation

Rest in peace Gurizzket

Salute, it's Bumpy-Bumpy-Bumpy Knucles (That Preemo shit, that Preemo shit)

Word up

Salute to Big Shug, what's up, my ****? (Bap, bap)

Biggest scores?

Fat G (Word to mom, Preemo)

Punch, what's good?

Black

Eon, salute

Bro, what's good?

Ike Turner, what it is?

Staxx

HL, what up, HL?

Kibbler x5