It's Workin' (feat. Rottin Razkals)

It's workin', it's workin'

Party people, if you're ready to rock, let me hear you scream

I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets

We reign and we pop, and daily routine sweeps

It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit

So there you have it, I'm a addict

When I'm near the mic, I gots to have it

Rip the system to shreds, grab the braids in my head

Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said

This is your introduction to the new episode

With the Double, I countin' down to explode

Naughty kicked in the door

Here come two-thirty-five more, livin' rotten to the core

It's workin', it's workin'

Party people, if you're ready to rock, let me hear you scream

Everybody to the right, 'cause all I got left is my flow

I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat, fishin' in a record ocean

Uh oh, I guess it's going down, not now, right now

So I got down with the get down for Ill Town

Figure it's the fine fanny, I miss my mammy

And you could ask my Uncle Randy

I'm grateful for my granny nanny, that's my mother's mammy

Two little brothers with different fathers, but we're still family

Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets

'Cause I might wind up doin' that same old cruddy shit

Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood

Back cockin', buckshottin', your ass is shot

It's workin', it's workin'

Party people, if you're ready to rock, let me hear you scream

Can you chill a can, can you spill a can?

Can you kill a can? I know I can

I know I can, can

An American, A republican

Fucking with this African

Can from this Klan land

I know I can

It's a war wick, wick, wick, whack, that's Dionne

Dionne should've predicted her quick trip and stayed cool like fuckin' freon

Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the unbelievable

Bastard, I be well believe that shit's some be on

Settle the score, check Melba needs Moore since now she poor

Looks to get richer by puttin' rap up in the picture

I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step KLICKOW

Your ass like Calvin, so butts get kicked now

Forgive the enemy, be a friend of me you teach

But forgivin' ain't seein' my music crushed in the street

Preach love, practice hate, break tapes, and chatterin'

Streaks on your structure, stain your whole establishment

Let's get specific, all style that's horrific

Twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic

We'll list it then shift it, brandish the biscuit

Finish you, nitwit

Cancel Christmas

Won't stop this slick shit

It's workin', it's workin'

Party people, if you're ready to rock, let me hear you scream

Time to loosen up, I'm loose a nut

Watch crews get cut

Bring it to my Ill Town grounds and lose your butts

But what is the matter, matter of fact?

I don't want to hear you talk, so close your trap

Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter

See Dolores suck a truck I shoulda told you Large Marge sent her

Two chocolates away from being sloppy in bunches

With no lunches, step with the punches and try some butt crunches

Get your hands clappin' front and the back

And keep a cool head for all my swingers packin'

Attackin' back in the motherfuckin' house

Done traveled a million miles and I'm still kickin' style

Back, smack that ass back

Now how's about that?

You feel about as shitty as a baby's unwiped ass crack

I'll crack a bat, dead on the back black

And leave you laying there flat as a flapjack

We ain't friends to the end, I blasted Chuckie

After this instead of beef you'll be givin' me chicken at Kentucky

Lackin' lucky so worlds fear these and there'll be

No more you, ooh, ooh, like no World Series

Never a fad and madder than mad

And radical rude, Rottin Razkal kid, man, what's happenin'?

Check the skills on the real it's best to chill

Don't be caught in the down the hill ordeal it's ill

Man, this shit is deep, huh

I'm goin' deep undercover like a motherfucker way beneath the sheets

Full blows get thrown to the upper dome

And continue to go on until you're up and gone

When we spot a block knock no tellin' where the rest will go

Hustle with my friends, straight ballin' like testicles

Bowling for dollars, rollin' for hours

Rappers the pin strike is my friend, they be took out in groups of ten

Scooping change, you'll be like who's that group, again?

On the ground with no sound with just boots and chins

Yeah, and you don't stop

Just check out us Ill Town **** rock