[00:09.83]I grew up around block parties ready to rock
[00:12.80]Behind the rope niggas with my rhymes on shit
[00:15.46]The verse shot first niggas who had shit to pop
[00:18.13]A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks
[00:20.76]With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck
[00:24.04]And each link in your chain is trucked
[00:26.10]No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers
[00:28.67]Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper
[00:31.32]I live around DJ's, b-boys, MC's
[00:33.82]Through rap never thinkin' Airways are TVs
[00:36.43]It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout
[00:39.43]Rec Room, 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt
[00:42.22]Now his wigs pushed back
[00:43.89]Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact(Yo)
[00:46.75]Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
[00:52.31]Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
[00:57.54]Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
[01:02.95]Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
[01:07.85]MC's have the right to remain silent
[01:09.60]Everything you say can and will be used against y'all muh'****ers
[01:13.10]And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya
[01:15.80]Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya busta
[01:18.49]It gets no rougher when, me and my comrades rush ya
[01:21.30]Like red heat with hammers and sickles
[01:23.95]I milk like ya baby mama's *******, got issues
[01:26.25]It's just us, so what's what if any can touch us
[01:28.85]Then lord strike me down where I stand at now
[01:31.56]With this bottle of Remy, gettin' ****ed up child, listen
[01:34.41]The most notable MC, ya source for hip hop quotable MC
[01:38.68]Of course it's Tical!
[01:39.90]Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
[01:45.06]Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
[01:49.67]The Princess, the Pope, niggas, shit
[01:52.44]Choke you by the throat, the chrome handle smoke
[01:54.92]The man not for joke, we all out for broke
[01:57.65]Plus the herbal that I tote, the murder that I wrote
[02:00.05]You can't do me none, my Uzi weighs a ton
[02:02.76]I'm comin' from the slum, Wu is number one
[02:05.48]I stumbled on the drum, the Gods are troublesome
[02:08.00]Rumble when we come, boy you better run, run
[02:10.62]Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
[02:16.18]Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
[02:20.84]Aiyo, it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips
[02:23.40]Flashin' mega bricks, outfits, rock ridiculous whips, bitch
[02:26.63]Wavy hair, men of the year, bent in the stairs
[02:29.05]Sick winter gear, been on position is where
[02:31.59]Call him an Asiatic God-body, longevity
[02:34.33]Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped
[02:36.04]Swing through the hood calmly
[02:37.22]Yo what up? Staten Island, Bush, George
[02:39.47]Dust your shit off, whips spin off
[02:41.01]Get off, slips, which, wiz
[02:42.67]Mind di-tects mines, lines lick sick nines
[02:44.95]Pick wines, lift up, bill a nigga six flies
[02:47.50]Dip wide, dress my shit up, **** six times, wish mine
[02:50.94]Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crystalines
[02:53.55]Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
[02:58.34]Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
[03:03.49]

I grew up around block parties ready to rock
Behind the rope niggas with my rhymes on shit
The verse shot first niggas who had shit to pop
A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks
With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck
And each link in your chain is trucked
No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers
Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper
I live around DJ's, b-boys, MC's
Through rap never thinkin' Airways are TVs
It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout
Rec Room, 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt
Now his wigs pushed back
Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact(Yo)
Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
MC's have the right to remain silent
Everything you say can and will be used against y'all muh'****ers
And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya
Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya busta
It gets no rougher when, me and my comrades rush ya
Like red heat with hammers and sickles
I milk like ya baby mama's *******, got issues
It's just us, so what's what if any can touch us
Then lord strike me down where I stand at now
With this bottle of Remy, gettin' ****ed up child, listen
The most notable MC, ya source for hip hop quotable MC
Of course it's Tical!
Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
The Princess, the Pope, niggas, shit
Choke you by the throat, the chrome handle smoke
The man not for joke, we all out for broke
Plus the herbal that I tote, the murder that I wrote
You can't do me none, my Uzi weighs a ton
I'm comin' from the slum, Wu is number one
I stumbled on the drum, the Gods are troublesome
Rumble when we come, boy you better run, run
Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
Aiyo, it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips
Flashin' mega bricks, outfits, rock ridiculous whips, bitch
Wavy hair, men of the year, bent in the stairs
Sick winter gear, been on position is where
Call him an Asiatic God-body, longevity
Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped
Swing through the hood calmly
Yo what up? Staten Island, Bush, George
Dust your shit off, whips spin off
Get off, slips, which, wiz
Mind di-tects mines, lines lick sick nines
Pick wines, lift up, bill a nigga six flies
Dip wide, dress my shit up, **** six times, wish mine
Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crystalines
Got to check out the W, got to check out the W
Got to check out the W, got to check out the W