[Intro: Natruel] Yeah yeah, reclining, Big Daddy Anthem, yeah word up Scratching it up, on the cut, Natruel, killer colonies, Queens niggas, word up Uh, yo, yo
[Natruel] Yo see this pops more than a salary But you see I'd rather be rocking the readers up in Pasedina While my dirty miney's flowing through the cleaners We standing far from subpeonas Face it, you either make it or you die when you dream it Word up, representing nothing but my peoples, words is lethal And your lies I can see through, blows is feeble We coming through like a hyperdermic needle Cus deep in my cerebral it's never peaceful Therefore I stay illegal, let my raps dispaatch like jakes When they on a mission, fishing for a description of murderous faith I ain't no coward, son if I had the power, I'd blow this place Labeled unstable, navaley struck Pussy minds get fucked, what We try to take shit, black strong arm, flex like Aztecs While you fools are still cashing checks, so move on Mark of the beast, cutting all forms to pay bills Now they got us rebels lamping in the hills We Making pipe bombs, filled with soul chips, burn like rose clips Bottles explode, making crackers put down, they dome split Running through your ??? team, locking it down Like quaretine, from Queens to westside Peace to Bedstuy, but some they rest live Leave the Reaper at your bed side Know the formula, the legacy, the embassy We got the recipe to stay banging for another century Though vision is clear mentally, makes no sense to me Whatever we go is gonna end eventually Word up, Jameson, word up
[Interlude: Shabazz the Disciple] Yeah, Shabazz the Disciple, God's word
[Chorus: Shabazz the Disciple] So let's all sing the big daddy anthem So let's sing the big daddy anthem So let's sing the big daddy anthem Learn the motherfucking words and chant them
[Shabazz the Disciple] I be the first begotten, to heal your wounds with lyrics Breathe on your last jewels and cast out your wicked spiritis My prognosis will leave the crowd under hypnosis Leading your exodus out of your flesh like I was Moses Opposes are left, drowning in the fatal flood They then ??? the thresholds with the lambs blood This is your last supper, digest it or you'll suffer Feast on this unleavened bread and that shall pass you over I'm sober, the spirit of God is dwelling in my bones My hair is wooly feet, got the brass skin tones My eyes are fiery, I utter the words of many waters Once then your riggamortis dropping jewels on how they bored us Nine thousand ??? pushing us on the slave ship Grandmamas back bares marks and graves from the whip Do you hear the voice of the most high of us? There's about two hundred forty three thousand nine hundred ninety nine of us
[Interlude: Natruel] Yeah, Jameson, Big Daddy Distribution
[Chorus]
[Wicked Will] Crooked thoughts for those who worship the currency Clapping you on emergency, moving swift currently Evicted anybody in sight from paradise Pay the price, now you on dice, mastermind the heist At casinos, we Resevoir Dogs like Tarintino Eyes chino, bloodshot, fiending for the dino A high jacker looking for crackers ?Ac4? or a Benzo Smack em up, pull them out the window I like the wind blow, a fugitive like Dr. Kimble No need to place the blue steel against your mental temple The chop shop bless me with cream, plus the buddha pop I steam Keep my mind like a money making machine It's sharp like a guillotine, they want to put it hrough your heart just to kil a fiend You intervene, son, you better have a iller team Avoid the casualty, slick personality, the Wicked love the salary And high priests only wanna burn the beasts that feast And pack a piece and prepare, for revolution and fear I take you there, if you remove the shiesty glare From out your eyes, the angel of death is in disguise
[Mr. Eon] Spit up and shit up excrement aka your best attempt And remain a resident of this domain of house that E built At full tip, vomit, this is how I spill From kufis to yamakas My verbal tooleys be out rhyming ya The more albeit side of me In this rap game with bite marks and rhyme darts Your style turn me off like some wet dime farts The type hearts High & Mighty trilogy With that funny shit on wax you be spillin, you be killing me You laughable, I'm unflappable More incapable, my making beats, certified jackable I jack off on your slutty productions What the function, equals two bowel eruptions The epidemic, but who get's the credit? MCs get shredded by the diaretic
[El-Fudge] My mind periphial, enables me to see through concrete walls And stumbles upon hip hop practicing masonic rituals I pass the rifle to Shabazz The Disciple And planets bars on the residents ??? on what the bastards might do Get a hold of Mr. Eon and Wicked Will And over heard hip hop being told what it's supposed to be keeping it real The opperation's coming clear now There's a full fledged war on the rise, but not with horses, shields and spears The atmosphere is now filled with satellites That project objects up a million times like microscopes to parasites That's Superman's kryptonite, huh They got us in a position, that you wouldn't even know when to begin the fight
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Shabazz the Disciple] Word up, we got the Big Daddy All Stars Natruel, Shabazz the Disciple, God's word, yeah No doubt, Wicked Will, Mr. Eon from The High & Mighty Word up my man El-Fudge, Vinyl Reanimator Productions My man Sean C, no doubt, and Jameson, Big Daddy Distribution
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[Natruel] Yo see this pops more than a salary But you see I'd rather be rocking the readers up in Pasedina While my dirty miney's flowing through the cleaners We standing far from subpeonas Face it, you either make it or you die when you dream it Word up, representing nothing but my peoples, words is lethal And your lies I can see through, blows is feeble We coming through like a hyperdermic needle Cus deep in my cerebral it's never peaceful Therefore I stay illegal, let my raps dispaatch like jakes When they on a mission, fishing for a description of murderous faith I ain't no coward, son if I had the power, I'd blow this place Labeled unstable, navaley struck Pussy minds get fucked, what We try to take shit, black strong arm, flex like Aztecs While you fools are still cashing checks, so move on Mark of the beast, cutting all forms to pay bills Now they got us rebels lamping in the hills We Making pipe bombs, filled with soul chips, burn like rose clips Bottles explode, making crackers put down, they dome split Running through your ??? team, locking it down Like quaretine, from Queens to westside Peace to Bedstuy, but some they rest live Leave the Reaper at your bed side Know the formula, the legacy, the embassy We got the recipe to stay banging for another century Though vision is clear mentally, makes no sense to me Whatever we go is gonna end eventually Word up, Jameson, word up
[Interlude: Shabazz the Disciple] Yeah, Shabazz the Disciple, God's word
[Chorus: Shabazz the Disciple] So let's all sing the big daddy anthem So let's sing the big daddy anthem So let's sing the big daddy anthem Learn the motherfucking words and chant them
[Shabazz the Disciple] I be the first begotten, to heal your wounds with lyrics Breathe on your last jewels and cast out your wicked spiritis My prognosis will leave the crowd under hypnosis Leading your exodus out of your flesh like I was Moses Opposes are left, drowning in the fatal flood They then ??? the thresholds with the lambs blood This is your last supper, digest it or you'll suffer Feast on this unleavened bread and that shall pass you over I'm sober, the spirit of God is dwelling in my bones My hair is wooly feet, got the brass skin tones My eyes are fiery, I utter the words of many waters Once then your riggamortis dropping jewels on how they bored us Nine thousand ??? pushing us on the slave ship Grandmamas back bares marks and graves from the whip Do you hear the voice of the most high of us? There's about two hundred forty three thousand nine hundred ninety nine of us
[Interlude: Natruel] Yeah, Jameson, Big Daddy Distribution
[Chorus]
[Wicked Will] Crooked thoughts for those who worship the currency Clapping you on emergency, moving swift currently Evicted anybody in sight from paradise Pay the price, now you on dice, mastermind the heist At casinos, we Resevoir Dogs like Tarintino Eyes chino, bloodshot, fiending for the dino A high jacker looking for crackers ?Ac4? or a Benzo Smack em up, pull them out the window I like the wind blow, a fugitive like Dr. Kimble No need to place the blue steel against your mental temple The chop shop bless me with cream, plus the buddha pop I steam Keep my mind like a money making machine It's sharp like a guillotine, they want to put it hrough your heart just to kil a fiend You intervene, son, you better have a iller team Avoid the casualty, slick personality, the Wicked love the salary And high priests only wanna burn the beasts that feast And pack a piece and prepare, for revolution and fear I take you there, if you remove the shiesty glare From out your eyes, the angel of death is in disguise
[Mr. Eon] Spit up and shit up excrement aka your best attempt And remain a resident of this domain of house that E built At full tip, vomit, this is how I spill From kufis to yamakas My verbal tooleys be out rhyming ya The more albeit side of me In this rap game with bite marks and rhyme darts Your style turn me off like some wet dime farts The type hearts High & Mighty trilogy With that funny shit on wax you be spillin, you be killing me You laughable, I'm unflappable More incapable, my making beats, certified jackable I jack off on your slutty productions What the function, equals two bowel eruptions The epidemic, but who get's the credit? MCs get shredded by the diaretic
[El-Fudge] My mind periphial, enables me to see through concrete walls And stumbles upon hip hop practicing masonic rituals I pass the rifle to Shabazz The Disciple And planets bars on the residents ??? on what the bastards might do Get a hold of Mr. Eon and Wicked Will And over heard hip hop being told what it's supposed to be keeping it real The opperation's coming clear now There's a full fledged war on the rise, but not with horses, shields and spears The atmosphere is now filled with satellites That project objects up a million times like microscopes to parasites That's Superman's kryptonite, huh They got us in a position, that you wouldn't even know when to begin the fight
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Shabazz the Disciple] Word up, we got the Big Daddy All Stars Natruel, Shabazz the Disciple, God's word, yeah No doubt, Wicked Will, Mr. Eon from The High & Mighty Word up my man El-Fudge, Vinyl Reanimator Productions My man Sean C, no doubt, and Jameson, Big Daddy Distribution
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