Whatever Stephen Schwartz (Ft. Black Mas & Raekwon)

[Intro: Raekwon (Black Mas)]
Fightin' like a lost soul (word, they can't fight)
Herb raps, word up son (they can't fight this)
Knowhatimsayin? Gotta run through this at all times
You hear me, (word up) right, yeah (so we understandin' this shit)
Aight, word, knawhatimean? (bring that shit back)

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Whatever dunn, show 'em, represent how you do yours
Connect four, major niggas, float, do tours
It's like this, check out the marvelous cats who bust, only us
Red Rums, slide through, dunn, what, who bumped it, what?

[Wicked]
Aiyo, it's the L.O.'s and the Chef, cookin' up some marvelous
Servin' niggas whoever cuz they impatiently starve for this
Apocalypse upon your clicks for tryin' to change over
I write my rhymes top of line, like fuckin' Range Rovers
I aim cobras wit wind blowers, international flame throwers
Wipe out your whole territory, and leave your smell in strange odors
I bring folders, to the real hip hop
So try to front up on my click, and kid, you will get dropped
I build this poppest disaster, crash your land flash
I "flex" like Funk, then I "flash" like Grandmaster
Ask you who the nicest, on mic devices
My lyrical crisis'll have you seein' "illusions" like Cypress
You bite this, wanna write this, so I might just
Teach you like them "teachers", that's "poor" and "righteous"
Sit you down and recite this, I like this
My crew shinin' wit tight sips, ya'll fools want
From a taste of Red Rum, wit a slight twist of Lou Diamond
I rule rhymin', ain't no if, ands, about that
Ask niggas around the way, you can beat me
They be like, "nah, I doubt that"
He's dangerous, don't try to follow, I'm sure to loose you
I hit you wit tons and pounds of heavy shit like Yokozuna
Get you growin' tumor, for tryin' think about my fly shit
And fuckin' wit this and you ain't gotta be livin' the fast life to die quick