[Q-Tip]

Uh...

Abstract, queens cat, what we lookin at?

Sixth sense, too immense, smellin is the fact

Out here, you got your shiesty cats yappin back bosom track

Until we take it back, you pro'ly won't be feelin rap



[Wordsworth]

WORDSWORTH, brooklyn night, what it lookin like?

5 senses, 9 inches, 5 foot in height

Out here, you got you're ?crooks and hikes,

shook and sheist?, look alike

Payed off the books from dice, good lookin and hookin tight



HOOK 1 [both]:

*"the beat" scratching in*

Us, you, they and them

YO.. her and him

We make it blend I say we makin it blend

YO... *Q-Tip* uh uh uh uh uh uh

Us, you, they and them

YO.. her and him

We make it blend I say we makin it blend

YO... *Q-Tip* uh uh uh uh uh uh



[Q-Tip]

Back when I came out, first joint I hit it out

New styles to talk 'bout, new ground to walk about

Still breakin shit wit the hammer of thought god

Bigger than ass god, hittin your ass hard

Act it out cause there no time to word shit

You never win wit wordsworth the word smith



[Wordsworth]

The verse gets tighter every second the earth twists

Heard its Q-tip and Words you had to purchase

Refer this, now wait a minute, what's that I heard skip?

Nerves twich, play this so much it's prob'ly your third disc

On purpose, at your service, basement to service

Learn this, how can you rehearse something that's perfect?



[Q-Tip]

Isn't it funny when you use your favorite pen

And get your rhyme pad write shit that's truly bad?

Embarrass yourself, make a buck and mockery

In the hipocracy, you never toppin me

I'm the monopoly and jail is your ?catoponese? of unfair policies

Invade your rotten "B", you hit the lottery

Women, you spottin me, I'm extortin you upon your ?matrobotomy?



[Wordsworth]

Aiyyo it gotta be the way I respond that makes you on to me

Song hittin award winnin, y'all just the nominees

Play it safe, I'll arrange your wake

My papermate will have my lable-maced album released a later date

Police patrol the city 'til I'm as old as 50

Hat back, clothes won't fit me, causin fire, old won't frisk me

My hands are ammunition bailin cons or banned in prison

I'm who you wanna be blowin out your candles wishin



HOOK 2 [both]:

*"the beat* scratched in"

Makin it, makin it blend

YO... makin it blend

3x

Makin it, makin it blend

Make, makin it blend



[Wordsworth]

Yo, I like a woman wit a bangin body, the face and frame of Halle

Attitude - angry, snotty, speaks slang and cocky

Time to hangin gotta bring a posse

Through rainy days she got me, like Whitney stay wit Bobby



[Q-Tip]

Yo, your cake is in the kitchen, you wish for preminision

It's turned around by my firm thoughts of demolition

It's time to numb your run and dim your vision

It's time to give up the hopes and dreams that made your aquesition



[Wordsworth]

Ain't gotta drop top dag clothes and roll the 60s

But after shows, ladies drop tops and show their titties

Of course the globe can't oppose, it's risky

Or even go against me, I'm WORDS,

so everytime that you flow you spit me



[Q-Tip]

We in the asphault, you cause your last fall

Insult to injury is where we curse the salt

Douse the open wound to the tomb

Its time to sit back and watch professionals in full bloom



HOOK 1

more scratchin til fade out...