Nasty- Comin last in the race, my task for the day was just a flask full of jay, my hazerdous ways kinda sad cuz i say, this with such pride but it's true i can't hide, my joy of my life i've got, too much to live for its true, but i live more than i could ever think too, my everything is blue cuz i guess thats just my hue, perception is the clue to understanding what we do, old school style has been missed, and all the while we can't get no hits, we're too honest to the music i guess, usual test is just viewing my text, youll see im true to the death, a beautiful stretch, like when im cooking up a sample, reach a book from the mantle, believe whatever you can do i handle, with the slickest of ease, i bring a chick to her knees, and nick comes with the shit thats sick as disease, bitch i says please, why you tryina test me, im gonna be this generations elvis presley, just watch and stay quiet dont be starting a riot, and tell your girlfriend im stayin at the hyatt, making everyone mad while im doin em good, the profit of hip hop it will be nickidi wood and real arts profound so my hearts in my sound, and when you see me stallin, understand this is my callin im just sar rippa- fact not fiction this is not an affliction, im speakin with diction-ary words that vary for, lines of written rhymes and metaphors, simales and frees alliteration, soon placed in soon a penthouse fuck a basement, precise placement means no replacement for greatness, when his minds adjacent, to whatever comes next if he wants to be the best then hell take it on his chest, with every single breath, rhymes words with no rest, no holidays if i want to amaze, with phrase fuck if it pays, just do it for the way the music makes ya feet tap, my heat rap, is hotter than what he spat, cuz we at, a level other rappers havent reached at, spit more deadly than a relapse so relax, and burn a tree sack, need feedback, of feelings of listeners when the react, so please pass my weed stash, some say that im gifted my mind is shifted, we not in a gym but like weights we lifted, LJ- lifted, lifted my mind state is shifted, gone to a new dimension or a new existence, for instance, this instant, im standing on a planet, antennas are frantic, bandanas romantic, give a color to a biddy, get her titty like a grizzly, in your mouth without a shitty, and im feelin pretty cuz yes, im pretty easy but sleasy i am not, and i robot will smith fresh prince type, rich, sly, and hit with smooth, moves on the scene a completely cool dude, don't be crude when your girl thinks about me nude, cuz she only wants to be the ball to my hoop, whoops, thats a swish, roll her up however i wish, pish posh eat a dish no stench of fish, but woah, did i really have to go there, no, so lets bring it back and hit this tight flow, cuz you know nick wood and sar the rippa, dt critters, team of spitters, battle winners and not like Em we'll keep our dinner, no spaghetti on our shirts, armageddon when we're done, neccesary recreation of the earth, cuz the level that we're on's beyond out of the box type distance, keepin you fond, of what we got comin along as if you fell down and as listen wondering whose this bitch and whats this thing?

Alfa- Hear those horns must be the time for amusement, this the type of track you play when you're blunt cruisin, just tryina make def jams call me rick rubin, trippin out smokin blunts that look like cubans, lookin out my window see nothin but fun, fuck clouds all i see is a tye-dye sun, got a call that the carnivals in town now im stunned, needed a date so the biddy search started to begun, so now im on the ferris wheel, with the cotton candy dandy, im recallin her tellin me her name was mandy, i told her im from dc she travels from miami, we just chillin conversatin at the carnival, broke out some bud lookin like a marvel, now shit was down broken sticky like a caramel, and my clothes still got the lingerin smell, of sour d and shnandys chanell Nasty- We livin life up on a ferris wheel round and round we keep it movin stay groovin if you diggin this sound because this life is just a carnival. said dc's just a carnival Sar Rippa (Reggie Kush)- yo welcome to the circus i murk this, hip hop is my baby so i went ahead and burped it, nursed it, so it was able to grow what i flow is all that i know, a no-show can go blow my go-go cuz im from the district, plenty cats got biskits, but me i stay lifted, so gifted with linguistics, born with a sharp tounge, cuttin the roof of my mouth, hit up the troop for an ounce, then i go scoop and i bounce, stay high like the roof of the house, or four stories, im on the road for glory, its gory with bodies in the quarry, someone call maury, cuz hip hop is kinda whorey record labels, they actin like some pimps son, walkin round with a limp son, i stay gettin more "d'oh!" then a simpson and then i eat you up like you were some dim-sum the songs been over man, shit yo its fin-done

Alfa- Hear those horns must be the time for amusement, this the type of track you play when you're blunt cruisin, just tryina make def jams call me rick rubin, trippin out smokin blunts that look like cubans, lookin out my window see nothin but fun, fuck clouds all i see is a tye-dye sun, got a call that the carnivals in town now im stunned, needed a date so the biddy search started to begun, so now im on the ferris wheel, with the cotton candy dandy, im recallin her tellin me her name was mandy, i told her im from dc she travels from miami, we just chillin conversatin at the carnival, broke out some bud lookin like a marvel, now shit was down broken sticky like a caramel, and my clothes still got the lingerin smell, of sour d and shnandys chanell Nasty- We livin life up on a ferris wheel round and round we keep it movin stay groovin if you diggin this sound because this life is just a carnival. said dc's just a carnival Sar Rippa (Reggie Kush)- yo welcome to the circus i murk this, hip hop is my baby so i went ahead and burped it, nursed it, so it was able to grow what i flow is all that i know, a no-show can go blow my go-go cuz im from the district, plenty cats got biskits, but me i stay lifted, so gifted with linguistics, born with a sharp tounge, cuttin the roof of my mouth, hit up the troop for an ounce, then i go scoop and i bounce, stay high like the roof of the house, or four stories, im on the road for glory, its gory with bodies in the quarry, someone call maury, cuz hip hop is kinda whorey record labels, they actin like some pimps son, walkin round with a limp son, i stay gettin more "d'oh!" then a simpson and then i eat you up like you were some dim-sum the songs been over man, shit yo its fin-done

Nasty- go on girl turn the system up till you can taste it, party party party lets all get wasted, we the type of team thatll move ya behind, and funk speak truth, it starts in the mind, im thrivin off the groove, survivin thru the moods, we livin life one day at a time sayin rhymes, thatll summarize lives and stimulate minds, we some cool cats that done been thru 8 lives, hate cries thru the cracks when you aint fixin the holes, i keep on rockin cuz im diggin the roll and when you feelin the whole, you gets into the mode, so hit up that road if you aint listenin bro, AD- Plenty hobbies that come to mind, devine dimes, cherrishing life at any given time, but when i kick rhymes, im like a black belt in juditsu, punch lines that can split you, fuck murder inc, but i jah rule, it aint a game but i gotta clue, liek the ......... like i said before thats a hobby, i been patiently waitin like im in the lobby, now im feelin really rowdy, cap on low lookin for somebody, o for the kuminati fuck that im all about moves, dream team the coalition spittin with the crew LJ- two dutches two blunts and watch us get productive, Sar Rippa- Rhymes so destructive this rap shit we love it, LJ-every day, blastin like grenades, stereo ablaze, like my jays, rollin thru your way, sar whatchu gotta say? Sar Rippa- alotta things, finer things, diamond rings, high like pelican wings, i got a veteran swing, like sammy sosa, watch when we approach ya, like toast we toast ya, LJ- pigs well just roast ya, make sure ya kosha, the wack rappa poacha, join us team of five we'll just coach ya, teach ya culture, fuck science we the true element like sulfur, straight from space like titanium insane in the cranium, Sar Rippa- we abouta pack a stadium, unsteady like uranium, ready to blow up, better mature and grow up, hospitible, hospital, sick throw up, you better show up, or go up, to the heavens

Sar Rippa- uh we put your mind in a grindhouse, this is lyrical torture we push the grime out Nasty- yea meet innovation at its finest, verbal penetration or just herbal ventilation Sar Rippa- word but still regardless we the hardest, where we live you see it all and you get honest witcha artist, Nasty- diggit communication at its finest, a million messages, you just rewind us. Sar Rippa- yo this herbal ventilation, this verbal penetration, sippin on herbal tea got me funny verbally. haha how bout a joke and a laugh, ima fill this room up with laughing gas, my raps will soon surpass, the rap class, only reached by some, for fun i say the one known as Big Pun, BIG, ODB, them bone thugs n mothafuckin harmony, Wu-Tang, with beats that kick like lu-kang -who man? the guy from that mortal combat game, but never mind that, lemme get back to the topic, d-block hot and jedi mind will never stop it, mos def and the whole roots crew, like i said a rap class only reached by a few, nas, and yes marshall mathers, canibus can take anyone and lyrically shatter, snoop d o double g, for Pimp C and Big L, roll up big ls and burn em hotter than hell, you cant tell? I always come to the rescue like lassie, like the title of the song my flow is just nasty, chorus Nasty- yo first off i got the verse raw, mic right in my sight i got the first call, cuz i heard yall, and ive had about enuff of all this bogus in showbiz, heres for all my people who really notice we know this, cant go on forever, we got to endevour and never be tethered, by the music that keeps us together, freaking a measure, whatever a bar, ay yo lesaar how we doin it? -we spittin it raw no doubt, we got em out with no plans of retraction, im interactin with snares and the claps and, the bass steady heavy while im lightin up the treble, fightin with the rebel put your mic against the devil, you gon fall, slick nick kick the wall, brick and all, rippin off? never man im clever when i get involved, huh and all you cats is wack, talkin out ya ass why your raps is crap, yall gon need a smack for that, its dream team bitch, and we dont gotta act for jack, its real