What The Blood Clot

Shit is bangin! You see what I'm sayin? Our shit is bangin!

(Our shit is stainin, son) Yo, Shaolin runnin this shit, son!

Runnin this shit! (Stainin) What's up, Y-Kim? 'Sup, nigga?

{What's up, man? What's up?} What's up? Representin Brownsville

Know I'm sayin? Base, peace to all my Brownsville niggaz!

{The alcoholics son} What's goin on, son?

Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers! Bedford-stuy!

(Yeah, peace to the valley goat.)

Peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton niggaz!

(Big up The Bridge!)

All I hear is gun shots

Can I touch somethin? What the Blood Clot!?!

Nigga want Tical, make it happen

You know my fuckin style, fuck the rappin!

We can take it back to eighty-five

If you wanna start actin like you live

It's all good, I'm rollin' with my click

Owls, Backwoods and Phillies

Smokin cess blunts, mixed with illy

Got me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted

I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted (What?)

For real, nigga, touch it and you burn

When will motherfuckers learn?

What be spreadin like a germ? Haha, it's Meth, word

I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it

I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message

It's be no question it's them, bust the second guessin's

Keep your thoughts on your lessons

What the Blood Clot!?!

To tell the truth, you don't amaze me

Killa Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me

What? Check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this

Smoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screamin for the dutchess

Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stack my papes

If I don't do it for mydelf, I'ma do it for Case

Cuz that's my peoples, we givin you injections that be Lethal

Weapons, when niggaz start the half steppin

Then I get evil

But don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you

I'm humble, a fuckin Killa Bee, far from bumble

I sting you *BZZZT* and I bring you

Thirty-six Chambers of head banger, bitch

Why I deal with? I think the mic's on the fritz

Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin shit!

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane...

Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin name

What the Blood Clot!?!

Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm sayin? (Yeah, what? What!?!)

First of all I'd like to give a big peace and shout out

To my brothers in the belly of the beast

Raider Ruckus, y'all got my back and one love

(Y'all niggaz better start stackin)

June Lover, Shitty Brown (Y'all niggaz better get real)

Pussin, Pil, P.L.O., Stack DAT, Dusty, Storm

(All my real ass niggaz get down, to all my niggaz locked down)

SUUU! We still in here, nigga

(Y'all gotta party, locked down in the street, nigga)

Jamel, one love, nigga, Nice, Uncle Eric AKA Shane

(You get your ass beat in the streets)

I ain't forget you, nigga, Shakim, nuttin

Big Sha, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat

For all the fugitives on the run

Everybody from Riker's Island to San Quintan

And a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home

On work release, keep your heads up niggaz

Oh my God (You what I'm sayin? Peace to the Gods)