We Did It First - Nasty Knuckles, Grand Scheme, Vanderslice

Dutchmen

Let’s talk about

Let’s talk about the trash, let’s talk about the garbage

'Bout how the God been goin' hard and throwin' bars retarded

Dissolve your squadron, soak 'em in acid

Taped, tied, do-si-do, rope-a-dope on you bastards

Like, let’s talk about it, kid, 'bout how a savage live

Au naturel, no additive, now ain’t that a bih?

'Bout how I bag it quick, throw it to fiends

My protocol is more than raw, it’s the American dream, shit

About the paper chase and the cream trapper

The beast master done squeezed faster than all these weak rappers

Flying Dutchmen

Never learned to read the signs

Let’s think about what it all means

I never seem to have the time

Let’s talk about

Let’s talk about me, how I laugh at commercial

Master my circle, rappers now ain’t got half of my verbal (nah)

Life’s a lesson, a knife’s a weapon

Precise aggression lets me take flight on a session

Let’s talk about it, how I’m nicer than you

If I rhyme on the stage or I rhyme in the booth

Music now is some garbage, these rappers, they pick flowers

My Foundation stands tall like the twin towers

When we fall, we regroup, unite and spit power

Hip-Hop, we taking that, this shit’s ours

Never learned to read the signs

Let’s think about what it all means

I never seem to have the time

Let’s talk about

Hip-Hop dead in a coffin, these pigs are pork and sausage

Knuckles, the flow is awkward, you coughin' on the carpet

MCs are walkin' targets once they get marked by the marksman

That ass can cook some, sparkin' outside of your crib, I’m parkin'

Let’s talk about these wack lames that’s in the rap game

In every song they claim they pack gangs but really lack brains

Let’s talk about how my style better

Let’s talk about these rap faggots stay inside when it’s foul weather

You wanna talk about it, so then let’s talk about it

No 9 mill, my rhyme kill then put the chalk around it

Never learned to read the signs

Let’s think about what it all means

I never seem to have the time

Let’s talk about

I black out, snap a rapper’s neck at record speed

Best believe you feel my words like blind people when they read

Scrap like taxi driver with a ratchet in my sleeve

Air you out, flee the scene before you have a chance to bleed

The last of a dying breed amongst a bunch of followers

You frauds sound the same, I ain’t afraid to push the envelope

Strong arm your chain so fast, it fracture your collarbones

I smash bitch rappers with a sock full of dominoes

Rock like I’m solid stone and bring it where you rest at

Terrorist plot, blow up your spot like it’s a meth lab

Drawing inspiration with my face all in your sketchpad

Run up on the stage and suffocate you with your sweat rag

My lyrics make your head bang, it’s easy to see

Using box cutters for lobotomies on weakling MCs

I’m putting rappers out of business like I’m EPMD

I’m the greatest, dead or alive, even God would agree

Foul weather

Never learned to read the signs

Let’s think about what it all means

I never seem to have the time

Let’s talk about me for a minute

Well, how do you think I feel about what’s been going on?

Let’s talk about me for a minute

Well, how do you think I feel about what’s been going on?

Let’s talk about me for a minute

Well, how do you think I feel about what’s gone wrong?

Let’s talk about me for a minute

Well, how do you think I feel…