"Play it again Sam," Yeaahooh. "…for old time's sake." "I don't know what you mean, Miss Elson." Yup. Schaps in the house. "Play it Sam. Play…as time goes by." Yo. I got songs about bitches / Songs about blunts I got songs about these snitches who front I got songs for days and all these fags who hate Now tell me how many stitches you want you fuckin' punk It's hard to shake these old people and habits But Schaps still here just straight servin' these crackas And I live the life that gets portrayed by these actors You never catch my ass giving props to these bastards And I never pass the splif / So never let me catch you standing round with your hands out asking for hits I'm on some last minute shit / Like I'm lazy by nature Exhibitionist who gets addicted to paper Rather sooner than later we got majors givin' props Mobbin out with Prophet / Like fuck the cops To chalk it up is a loss / The cost is too great Don't take a genius to tell me that you fake "It's been a long time." "Yes ma'am. A lotta water under the bridge." "Some of the old songs, Sam." "Yes ma'am." Hey yo. I got songs about my life got songs about my family Songs about a constant fight with the insanity Songs about my therapist and when he examined me Said I got a real bad case of anxiety Bottle me / Try to be / Try to leave me quietly Confession of faith this is an animal inside of me Walkin' through the badlands / Fighting psycho urges Writing 'bout my curses / Reciting bible verses Thinkin bout the good times CD and a boombox You don't wana say that / Razors in my tube socks Hidin' from the moonlight / Swear it on my long hair Knockin' out collabos / It's goin' be a strong year Tight and write and licence all the samples in the mix Naah, just playin, jack em' and I spit If he actin' like a bitch I'm'a smack 'em like a pimp Prophet till infinity you rappin' with the clique Big Switch "Sam, I thought I told you never to play again."

Intro (Suspect) Prophet, Suspect, Switchblade And B, We taking over. Bout to drop it on you, Willy style. Verse # 1 (Suspect) You bout' to hear a story, about a man and glory. Listen close cause your knowledge, it is mandatory the microphone complexity am I a rap offender? I do not like have no respect upon the rap pretenders. I chew em' up metabolize now thats a mans agenda I'm all for real I'm not the fake forget the propaganda. I make it rain, give me some energy , I'm building sculptures from the culture , perfect symmetry. Lyrically I hold the world in my palm, I ain't gonna stop, remain calm. Now we all have dreams, we want to fantasize, who's the dude with the chain, alright surprised? Well you shouldn't be, we consist of 3 , you want to hear another record man you killing me. Na I'm kidding what are you to do? Just admit that you bit off a little much to chew. Verse # 2 (B) Motherfucker's must be joking, what the fuck was you smoking? Run up on me, I open fire, get the gun to get your ass retired. I might see you in the I.C.U I don't give a fuck, if you wear red or blue, cause you know how the gun do, when these H.P.T's run up on you. These bullets ain't prejudice they just want to know where your head is, yeah I got a little gun fetish and I keep my shit clean, so shit don't jam, you know what I mean? I'm something more then a baller, cut the head off the horse like God Father you follow? Yeah, I know these rimes are hard to swallow, but if you want to see tomorrow please walk away, cause I don't want to do this no not today because I'll have to put it down for Norte, motherfucker (hahaha) Verse # 3 (Switchblade) Drop dead! I'm putting money on your head, and I'm going colour blind all I see is the colour red. Horse Head in your bed, hope you have a nice sleep cause I put them joker scars all up on your right cheek. Oh you don't like me? oh you just like beef? Well then take me to the deli motherfucking slice me. I'm hip hops saviour, kill thi neighbour, if he takes from me cause I got to get my paper, Blade bra I'm leveling, married to the mob till' the devil brings a wedding ring I put that shit on everything. When I spit on stage, your a little tummy ache and I'm motherfucking aids, I dig you up a grave and dissect ya, yep bra, then I forget ya, never ever come to my house cause I'll hop up out that garbage can like Oscar the grouch shove this big fucking blade in your motherfucking mouth, I'm out. Production By Beatclassic Productions

Suspect (Verse 1) It's been a long time reppin' the clique but now we steppin' up hustle hard in the booth get my money up, (sus) yo I'm feeling kind of reckless, 1000 for the diamonds in my necklace who, thought, that I ain't for real? all this bling shit giving you a gangsta feel? well that's just me, my personality I want to rap not have a job and make a salary you got the guts to compete? I'll make it personal ain't you ever seen a boss I'm a general (Ten hut) five stars, I spit flames prophet dude remember the name? that's a shame if you don't know rap, baby dope clique that been calling the shots, lately so I'm out for blood and this a must hit cut quick, cut to the chase I'm getting justice Chorus Like Boom, what's that sound? Everybody look whats going down Like Boom, ya i saw that shit, Okwerdz bitch and the Prophet Clique Like Boom, what's that sound? everybody look whats going down Like Boom, ya i saw that shit, Okwerdz bitch and the Prophet Clique Okwerdz (Verse 2) So whether you bumping this on the project sets or your listening on the net through your Logitech I just want you to know about this Stockton vet cuz I done fought the best, and I'm still not impressed kinda sucks when thats the way you are never quiet i take everything way too far and the shit that i smoke will take you straight too mars stealing state troop cars and drive em straight through bars Like Boom! right through the front window, hit some dumb bimbo I'm a drunk skitzo, crew is "official" you'll get jumped hit choked, stomped by dunks retro jordans and up tempos so if you forgot its time too, remind you my style is so polished and fine tuned tycoon fight who? some see me at high noon I'll be coming right through with a fucking typhoon Like Boom! Chorus Like Boom, what's that sound? Everybody look whats going down Like Boom, ya i saw that shit, Okwerdz bitch and the Prophet Clique Like Boom, what's that sound? Everybody look whats going down Like Boom, ya i saw that shit, Okwerdz Bitch and the Prophet Clique Verse 3 (Switchblade) My room is one that you gotta keep padded I wreak havoc with sleep habbits of a meth-amphetamine addict, and its a waste of my energy ok, visions of a hospital ten different docs weaponry cocked, as they breathlessly plot to dismember my thoughts like my memories shocked when the recipes brought to there attention they stop and try to enter my slot like a penalty shot Like Boom, ya they call me S.B S for switch B for blade, no Wesley, test me? and I pass that quiz, wingless angel out of Nazareth fuck an intruder man I shut that door Switch is somebody you don't trust no more if you rolling with a demon don't trust the lord cuz all is fair in love and war , motherfucker. Chorus Like Boom, what's that sound? Everybody look whats going down Like Boom, ya i saw that shit, Okwerdz bitch and the Prophet Clique Like Boom, what's that sound? everybody look whats going down Like Boom, ya i saw that shit, Okwerdz Bitch and the Prophet Clique Verse 4 (B) I enter the room, ain't nothing but drug dealers to consume i hit em up a high noon, oooh. that's what you get for fucking with my crew and I ain't talking prophet dude, I'm into red vs. blue I make em call, 911, screaming to the cops "hes got a gun!" this punk motherfuckers hiding behind his son you know you'll get shot, if you push me ain't no telling what I'll do to ya, pussy I'll kill your whole family, motherfucker do you understand me? I'm a grand larcenist/Arsonist and I won't stop till' I take out all my targets bitch, tell your sister to eat a dick, tell your moms I play with her clit, I'm sick so think twice before you fuck with me SNITCH Chorus Like Boom, what's that sound? Everybody look whats going down Like Boom, ya i saw that shit, Okwerdz bitch and the Prophet Clique Like Boom, what's that sound? Everybody look whats going down Like boom, ya i saw that shit, Okwerdz bitch and the Prophet Clique