Who's This

Who's this? With the vocal pitch, I blitz

We be the top choice, moist, voice my script

Significant, different styles on instinct

Make sense, when rockin' rhymes over instruments

Known for the graf, although the crowd comes first

Activist, specialist, of the ultimate verse

All subjects correct, image is the key

If you want your peers respect show versatility

Type strange, how the whole sound is rearranged

Changed, so many players entered in the game

But not these two, we past dues, smash crews

You ask what's the task slash we bringin' the news

Dialogue, strong, not your average cabbage

Savage on the mic while other crews can't manage

Cause in these times the rhymes pay all things

Rent, bills plus your diamond pinky ring

Comin from the Bricks, all mics we rip

(Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp)

With the fat penmanship for the championship

(Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp)

Fat tracks, lyrics, New Jerus click

(who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp)

We comin from the back with the ultimate blitz

(Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp)

Holy Moses, I'ma come down like drug doses

With a voltage, cause I'm ready to shock whoever's closest

Bold enough to dismiss tricks, up in the mix

With my rhyme skit, bad with the ad-libs behind it

Time it, the rapper's precionist, ain't no dissin' us

It's just, another rap attack for your to discuss

It's us, fresh in the flesh, up in your session

Wildin' out like sex without protection

Right before your eyes I'ma rise up and size up

The status of the rappers while I sit in the back, smokin' my cabbage

Managin', not to get involved with the petty

We ever ready, cuttin' comp like a machete

Not the one to glorify guns, I'd rather drop it on the one

And make the funds for my late night weed runs

Dumb dums, want to do bids and start they static

They better ease back like Craftmatic

Superficial rhymes on top for y'all to see

How we react on wax, DJ included exactly

Autographs in black books, dodgin' from the crooks

Recognize the stats, don't act for ill looks

But I keep a straight path like the subway stay

Underneath from deep in the depths of NJ

I be the one to get the job done, Tame One

Got funk like the Bop Gun, burnin' with the powers of a hot sun

Makin' my mark after dark like I'm a criminal

Break hard rocks to minerals like, ten star generals

Is it the way we slay the stages, that make these neighbors hate us

We fillin' up the pages with the game like Las Vegas

New Jersey native, ten minutes from the Money Makin

Stay rooted with the Buddha like Jamaicans