1.World's Famous Intro
2.World's Famous
(it's not really spanish all the way
But it's more - afro-spanish)
(come on down)
(you're listenin to the world's famous)
Beatnuts y'all
The wiggedy-wicked
Les starts to rip shit
Beatnuts makin crazy noise with some hip shit
24-track, e.q.-ed to attack
Pump mo' watts than any radio shack
Black, i stick to bein ruff and rugged
Anti-pop, i guess i'll stay broke (fuck it!)
A crazy hispanic, psycho les panic
Nah, not me, i just pull the automatic
Out the knapsack, and cold point it
Blast ya, and leave your punk-ass disjointed
Yo, i ain't goin out like a punk
Nothin but fat rhymes and beats for your trunk to pump
I make you wanna jump like kris kross
(beatnuts gonna blow up!) slow down on that crazy horse
My hand's tied from the mic it holdes
I'ma jet up the block before the record shop closes
V.i.c., droppin styles you ain't used to
Nice with the lyrics, when i produce i get looser
Beats i got plenty, they come a dime a dozen
I got more beats than puertoricans got cousins
Diggin every day, i'm the breakbeat doodle
I got the funky shit, ask my main man ju-ju
Jump in the trunk, we audi on a mission
(guess where we're goin？) philadelphia, beat-fishin
There's always one store niggas always get stuck on
I know a lotta spots that are ain't puttin ya up on
Find your own beats, you're a real snuffalafagus
Lazy muthafucka, you're always bummin off of us
You know there's no one finer
Diggin for shit from here to north carolina
The name is v.i.c., it's time to dilly-dally
First i hit texas, then i'm 'goin back to cali'
Ju-ju, the true blue funk nigga
Ill with the grooves, it's the real beat-digger
(buyin old records is a habit) --＞ diamond d
But if i can't afford to pay, i'll bag it
You can laugh and joke, but you'll never see me smile
Ruff and rugged, kickin the hardcore freestyle
Flavor-filled funk, bust the way i word it
Punks who pop junk, kid, tend to get murdered
Not a violent kid, though
Prefer to freak the flow, check it
Loop a funky 45, and i'll wreck it
Face it, here's somethin to make you jump around
(jump around!) and 'get down, get down'
Honeys always sock me tryin to get my attention
Flexin, schemin on the carmel complexion
Ju-ju, the beat man, under god's protection
Beatnuts makin moves like a mob connection
Yeah, yeah
Gonna send this one out
To cool-ass fash
My man daddy rich
Can't forget lucien
Constipated monkeys
My man johhny
Word up
3.Engineer Talking Shit
Those fucking beatnuts (beatnut guys？ shit)
You know.. jack, i've been telling you man
These guys they don't fuckin know shit about rappers
I don't understand (you know what i'm talkin about now you hear
me？)
They're walkin around all talkin shit like they're some big ass
niggaz
(maaaan) they're not even fuckin, they're not even niggaz!
What are you talkin about, they're fuckin spics! (they ain't
shit)
They got no kind of beat, they never understand the shit (no
soul)
They try to do rhymes rhymes and rhymes, shit i can do rhymes
Fuck that, they don't know what the fuck they're doin (wastin
money)
They're drinkin drunk motherfuckers all over the place
Fuckin here there everywhere (never show up)
Never show up! some kind of attitude (late all the time)
Man comin up with that shit, shit, whoda thought man
They get a fuckin deal, i don't know (they don't deserve shit)
'what did you say？' (i said they don't deserve shit)
'throw this man into the dungeon.'
4.Psycho Dwarf
'get on down' (repeat 4x cut and scratched)
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Verse one： psycho les, juju
Knock knock, who is it？ what my moms is the wizard
I'm about to land like an avalanche or a blizzard
So open up, let me in, then
Check out the ill motherfuckin les swing
Wickedy wicked, your girl's tit i lick it
And shwin-g it, like my man wilson pickett
I kick it, the spanish psycho's a lunatic
Rip a show, get the dough, and stick the hoe with my super
＊dick＊
It's a ahh nut, then i be ghost
You got ta be clean everything not gross
I bust a ill style that your ears are not used to
Beatnuts make tracks for the crowd to get loose to
So honies in the house if you're hot rip your blouse off
My brothers if you're thirsty, crack the forty ounce
Beats i smack em out the stadium i never bunted
I rock all night, you got a light, let's get blunted
So light up, and pass it, so i can puff
You can't get enough of the rugged and rough
Anti-pop i ain't singin like a klutz
The world's (world's) famous (famous) beat (beat) nuts!
Well it's the junkyard nigga with the funk flow screamin
Hardcore, crazy bad breath like a demon
Retarded from birth see i ain't got no class
I used to fart in church and tell the preacher kiss my ass
Freakin mad styles catchin caesars yo
It's the psycho dwarf killer with a stezo bro
Ugly like shit but sized crooked
Any piece of ass i ever got is cause i took it
Yo i'm invisible, niggaz can't see me kid
I did a short bid and came out cock diezel kid
Junkyard juju so you know
Strap a metal jacket every fuckin place i go
So play dionne warwick's song and walk on by
Or maybe stick around for a columbian necktie
Whatever the fuck you do, just get out the place
I got some shit to blow, that's my right off in your face
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
I wanna fuck!
(hey bro, what's happenin？ got that good cheeba cheeba？)
'get on down'
Verse two： psycho les
Ah-ah-ah, i just ripped, out the dirt from my coffin
Flippin through loops like a lunatic dolphin
I'm back, reincarnated
Psycho les runnin through the graveyard intoxicated
Thuggin, titty huggin graf art muggin
Keep ya where your worst nightmare snuck in
Yeah! ya think i'm buggin here's my glock 10
I have you singin like new edit-it-edis-distion
Punk, play and get yo, smoked
I put two caps and i laughed up then joke around
I gets down, like kool and
The gang my slang got your girlfriend droolin
Yo i flip, and, land in the split
Then pop, man, bust your whole shit
Like a shaolin monk i kicks the grand funk
Drunk and i'm still fat out the trunk
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Yeah, your mother!
5.On The 1+2
6.No Equal
(number one
Competition is none) --＞ rakim
Niggas got me steamin, bout to flip my lid
Fuck around, and i proceed to blow your back out, kid
(boom!) not to say i'm on a violent tip
But my hand stays on my gun, in case you start some shit
Cause i been rhymin since way back when
Straight up and from the heart is how it's always been
Now punk niggas wanna test me
But all that tiggedy-tiggedy tongue-twistin shit don't impress
me
It's just a phase, and you know damn well
That you'll fall off in a minute, cause that shit don't sell
Funny how you think you could surpass me, or outlast me
With that bullshit style, you're fallin fast, gee
See, i suggest you go back where you came from
(your mic, and my mic) come on, don't play, son
See, the days of payin dues is over
I'm a little fed up, and it's time that i show ya
We battle one time, you're dead, no sequel
(your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal) --＞ q-tip
You know we're number one
Competition is none
The wiggedy-wicked psycho les drops it like a lunatic
Steady back-breakin bitches with my super dick
Hat's on the jim, sometimes i nut in em
St. ides fucks up their eyes, and i bend em
Down, while i'm flowin to this nutty sound
Open up the knapsack, check out what we found
H-h-horns, bass, lines
Beats get chopped in the nut shop, we don't waste time
Yo, i'm 'cold lampin' like flavor
Floatin at the top while you're sick, and 'nothin can save ya'
Just like the biz said
Remember - uugh! - styles i drop to be, what is it？
(the shizzit) word to your mama
I bend your girl like a comma
Due to lambada, i think i gotta
Stop, because the bitch said, '(？？？)'
So i nutted, and i got out
(boom!) no matter how hot you claim to be, you can't roast this
Nut, what's up？ you wanna get eaten up like a hostess？
'cup', 'cake', you know my words are lethal
(your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)
Every line i connect, my literature's perfect
Per minute, per second, and yo, you gotta reck-
On with fashion, cause by the way i'm rippin things
Whoever thinks i take a loss has hamstrings
Young dames, i shoot em and jimmy aims to knock her
Sex with this flex, best thing tends to lock up
Yeah, really bad ass, smokin past you niggas
The chicks i stick shit with, i love your figures
Triggers, i pull em with no remorse for bodies
Fash pumps the hotties, chumps pump with shoties
Shoot em up, bang-bang! miss targets rarely
Mics i touch up, i fucks em daily
Barely another who can test the cool fash
Asses i kick in the ashes, dumpin trashes
So don't riff, cause i flow swift like the nile, son
Tame is for plain jane fame, i'm a wild one
Auto-matic-ly i let loose the
Fierce mc-i-n-g force in me
Cool fash, sendin a blast to rap people
(your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)
7.Reign Of The Tec
It's the hard little pistol-packing punk dope smuggler
Lethal when i kill, i go straight for the jugular
Back again to hit ya with the junkyard funk
Shit gets out of hand, i got a tec in the trunk
Let's flip the ill shit kid, yo he looped it
Hardcore, straight to make you brothers act stupid
Now i'm on a rampage, prepare for the slaughter
Lyrical monster busting nuts in your daughter
Slaying competition is the real beat digger
(clank) hit you with a shovel now you're dead, nigga
Freaking the funk, i be the ill funk freaker
With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker
Bulletproof ready for action, no fronting
Fully loaded tec loaded ready to go hunting
So sleep and watch me let off and catch wreck
'john wayne couldn't even stand the reign of the tec'
When i pop the trunk, hit the deck
'john wayne couldn't even stand the reign of the tec'
Head for the hills before you get wrecked
'john wayne couldn't even stand the reign of the tec' (repeat
2x)
Here i come up your block, driving once
Smoking skunk, waiting for a fucking punk
To beef, so he can get killed by the psycho thief
Retarted like biz, eating cats like heath-
Cliff, light the spliff, crack the quart and
If i kill you first nigga, be a good sport and
Die, don't give me no hassle
I snatch up your bitch, take her to white castle
To crack her asshole, so i could fuck her
That doo doo brown dem bucker
The crazy rapist smelling like much vaginas
Carjacking punks, pulling them out of their pathfinders
It makes me want to scream, but i just chill by the end of the
week
How many punks must i kill？
I'm sicking up picnics, i'm robbing on good so after dark
Stay the fuck out the woods (you fucking punk!)
When i pop the trunk, hit the deck
'john wayne couldn't even stand the reign of the tec'
Head for the hills before you get wrecked
'john wayne couldn't even stand the reign of the tec' (repeat
2x)
Come on girl, don't give me that shit
Blast my nine to your spine, take your money then split
Outtie, now your ass is ghost to me
Beatnuts on the mix thinking hindu grocery shops
So what's up hops？
I shoot you with no problem, i'm used to shooting cops
I'll let you go this time, but next time you pop
That shit, your ass gets dropped
Yo, it's the gun-slinging lunitic demon that'll hell
Intoxicated punks letting off bad smell
Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers
Low-key deadly, taking out all suckers
Before you even step and try to play me, son
Bring heavy ammunition so you don't have to run
Take heed, this ain't something you should laugh to
Yo i shoot your moms if i have to
When i pop the trunk, hit the deck
'john wayne couldn't even stand the reign of the tec'
Head for the hills before you get wrecked
'john wayne couldn't even stand the reign of the tec' (repeat
2x)
8.Quality ＆ The Bushmen Off The Top
(check me out now)
From girlies now to havin niggaz on my dick
Cause i like to flip the script
Ya know, i come fat with the rhymes
And if you want a beat call me at nines
Call me at night and i'll be fuckin your bitch (haha)
You know it i won't switch
Aiyyo rob, what's up with pete？
When nigga's not in the studio, where's his feet？ (haha)
So check it out, got them feets at home
Yeah, as we continue, with the freestyle, kinda like this
Ya step up, motherfuckers need to get dissed
Step back, and don't fuck around with the track
The beatnuts is fat, and yes we all that
Big kahuna, cockin from the bush
Fuck around, and get pushed off the cliff (yeah)
With the fat spliff (yeah, q flowin)
Uhh, check it out (q flowin)
Word up it's just a fat little interlude...
9.Third Of The Trio
10.Phone Call
11.Story
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