Yo, 1997
The Reign's Funk
And the baddest motherfucker DJ on the planet
Tony Touch
50 More Mc's
You know what I'm saying
So don't try to front
'cuz it's All Live
So, Yo Ton'
Lead the shit off, man
One time

Yo!
Raise your love up enuff if you're still there
And to those who rest in peace, y'all, we spill beer
And in the name of you
We're dropping enough and the skills here
It's Powert Cypha Part 2, let's get Ill, yeah
Once again, watch the Indian let go
You'll see, I'll have the Soul Industry Pеtro
(Why's that?)
I'm jacking for beats, like a Clepto
With 50 Morе MC's to leave your shit Wiped-so
Stop what you're doing
'cuz I'm about to ruin
The rhythm in the stylee that you're used to
I sound Loco
Sick in the Head, ma' que un poco
I blast on those its Gas, like Sunoco
I have Mocco, my "Arroz Con Pollo"
Style be Mad Flavor "Adobo"
It's one bobo
I've heard you ain't low blow
I've got more flow
In case you don't know
I slam Lingo
My man, Domingo
He lays me with the Track
And we hit it like that
It's Tony Touch
All in the mix, without Kinko
Cincuenta-y-Cinco, Vivo
Don't blink out
You might miss me
Transformed like Bill Bixby
Make history like I did on Tape 50
I rock Projects
Don't act out like 'Nam Vets
My Ill concepts
Don't you like bomb threats?
Cuz I'm different
And don't compare me to another
'cuz they can't hang
Word to the mother
I'm different
So don't compare me to another
'cuz they can't hang
Word to the mother