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?