Dip Wet Cage (Ft. Tame One)

[Verse 1: Tame One]
Weathermen Doppler radar
Accurate forecast from the trainyard
From the almost famous but I ain't large
That's the medium
Encyclopedia Brown is here with me again
Foreign power God like "this must be the ten"
You'll get fucked up and wetted for production credit
And standing too close to the edge to try and end it
This the daredevil man without fear over here
So fucked up I try to drink weed and smoke beer
Great date making a tape
Iller than everything in this milk crate
Sicker than the stick that's in the pill case
Coke or base smoking an eighth
Guess who's back
With [?] for construction [?]
And popping off with caps
It's the b-boy Captain Troy
Drug store cowboy
Nuts over the coco like this was Almond Joy
Mad dogs want it [?]
Grab a redhead from out the basement
Don't get it twisted, I got it braided
Rated R, ghetto star, Boom Skwad pres with the jars
Like D-12 Bizarre with at least 8 bars
We move by with the green destiny sword
I get high when I record
Sober, tape over jokers when I be bored
Word bond, after we doing these songs and skits
Push up in a strong bitch after an Eastern Conference performance
Meet the blade shark, trademark
The beaties and some Nikes, and a 5-pack of 3X white tees
I'm the Ol' Dirty Bastard uncut, tip wet