Ba-bom, boom, aoowww, heh I`m blast the cold blast, I`m back to cold blast *scratch* from the Squad tower (Yo don`t erase that intro!) *whistling*
Chorus: repeat 4X (with variations and Hit Squad shoutouts) I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw The PMD the mic`s my only friends
[Chorus Verse One: PMD I grab my cordless like my ***** DJ Scratch is on the cut Hit Squad on live, PMD`s like what (what?) I`m too rough, gettin snuffed all in the cut Get with the rugged raw ****, catch a ***** in the gut Cause I`m Blass and *****z *** stay gear with the Hilfiger Timberland boots, Rolex, whip a Benz So throw your hands up in the air like you don`t care Chickenheads swingin from chandeliers in they underwear That`s that be -boy ****, grab your big **** Crack a 40, spark an L and get bent **** Three eighty by the hip in case a ***** slip Don`t like beefs or jealousy ****s? It`s mass confusion *****z losin by the minute tryin to win it But thanks to hip-hop, yo Scratch spin it
Chorus 1/2 Verse Two: Yippie-yi-yay, yippy-yo, it`s the, slow-flow mechanic Mass confusion is crusin just start to panic and you don`t stop, got the Hit Squad backin me Spark your L`s, honies sip your daquiri Ask for P, my mission in to get richer and lost my other half but I still got my Fisherman hat, it ain`t over til the fat chickenhead catch wreck, snap that ***** neck I show and prove *****z best to move slow The P the Mic Doc (c`mon) the micraphone`s my only friend, can`t even trust nobody Cause next thing you know I`m ****in bustin somebody My shadow got my back and that`s the way it goes Keep my eyes out for foes and remain on my tippy toes Respect my flows then release it for the brothers One to hundreds, the ****in certified top gunners I keep a close knit quick to roast click Bout to pull ****, a few dimepieces if the hoes fit It don`t quit, it don`t stop, and never will and so kill it, I`m strictly hardcore so you can see it