CrIps(MaN)

[Pharoahe Monch]
GET THE [bad word] UP!
Simon says "GET THE [bad word] UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the back sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your [bad word] (yeah)
Yeah [bad word] it I said it rub on ya [bad word] New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act [bad word] In the midst of the calm, the witty

[Lady Luck]
Yo SHUT THE [bad word] UP!
Luck said "SHUT THE [bad word] UP!" [bad word] in the back, like crack get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act like a man and get [bad word]  smacked or [bad word] up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name
Assed out in the bleachers stay [bad word] on the game
I suppose what you're spittin is flames, cowards
Know your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real

[Pharoahe Monch]
WHAT THE [bad word] S goin on here, just a minute now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up
When I'm, ? cinematography state of mind
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the rhyme [bad word]  I spectacular run hit spit [bad word] venacular
Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate
Binaca blast [bad word] that's fast, son I'll box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, [bad word] and knockers on the floor
OWWW! Fellas pull ya [bad word] out
On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock out
Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers
Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a [bad word] like a slave
Separate him from him from his fam, he don't know how to behave
Now, drag his [bad word]  bag dun for his loot
Figure me to give a [bad word] y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for Tupac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe [bad word] Monch, ain't a [bad word] thing changed

[Redman]
Yo yo get the [bad word] up
Funk Doctor Spot said "Get the [bad word] up"
I got a [bad word] named Nina and I tuck her
I leave a [bad word] hangin like ya mom's muffler
Snuff her, then my boys follow up
Respect like the Fonze, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up
I kamikaze ya town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull over
I bend ya [bad word] like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin dark off a warning shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya hood
[Monch] [bad word] the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods
Yea-yeah my [bad word]  one rhyme you fold over
I'm hot-headed cuz I walk wit cold shoulders
Yeah GET THE [bad word] UP!

[Pharoahe Monch]
Simon Says "GET THE [bad word] UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)

[Redman]
Jersey in the back jackin cars now wassup!
Girls, rub on ya [bad word] (Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya [bad word] Brick City gritty committee
Pity the fool that act [bad word]  in the midst of the calm, the witty

[Method Man]
Yo yo get the [bad word] up
Yo yeah I said it, get the [bad word] up
Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up
Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road [bad word] are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin in the sky tryin to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a pass