[Intro]  [scratching] One two, one two  For those who do not know, once again  For those who do not know, once again  (yo, check it yo)    [J-Live]  Aiyyo it's somethin' like a twilight zone epic  Rookies in the hall of fame vets gettin' hazed  Has the world gone crazed?  Like, fatal flesh wounds when you just got grazed or  Walkin' up and point blank shot from a twelve guage  There's no respect for the rules of engagement  Producers know nothin' of arrangement  Emcees with five figure deals and never got up on the stage yet  Knowin' that they styles haven't properly aged yet  Consider these, casualties in the war between art and industry  Fought in the streets, so nobody sells out in vain  It just makes us work harder, on these dope rhymes and beats  Knowin' either side ever admits defeat  And screams treason at the first sign of retreat  It's like a never endin' struggle in this box of chocolates  It show that even though you got flavor ain't nothin' sweet    [Hook:]  For those who do not know, once again  For those who do not know, once again    [Esoteric]  Eighty nine was the time that I started catchin' wreck  I had my hair in steps with a fresh pair of sweats  They were rules to abide by, you couldn't slide by  Rappin' in tye-dye claimin' that you sci-fi  But nowadays people clap even if you're wack  No wonder everbody wants to rap  These underground cats think they're down  They don't know a damn thing  These rock dudes tryna rap cause they can't sing  You don't shoot a gun before, learnin' how to use it  Ya don't shoot ya mouth off before learnin' the music  I stay fly, the rules still apply    [Bridge: scratching of the line]  "let me tell you the reason why"  "Wanna know why, I'll tell ya why"  "Because of my vocals"  "I told y'all here they come now"  "Now let me hear my man...    [Count Bass D]  First give it up to God he the head of my life  Blessed are the peace thought makers  The freight burners the paint hoffers  The old school jungle green users  The stop cap rockers, the S-P trunk haters  Beat's so hot use a tong not my tongue it speaks impurity  Fuck Debbie, plus in blood like Carrie  They're all gonna laugh at you  I know why Donny did a swan dive off the Essex  Ya claim inspiration, but still can't play shit  Talkin' bout you workin' on a symphony  And can't even play the tympani  Walls of asbestos filled with the best dust  Power station of the connection the wizard of Oz  Mixmaster nuff weed deejay pound cake  The brick mason, prime minister V.C. Burn L  Now what is my moniker?, come late like Hanukkah  Johnny come lately, sometimes still crave-sty  Pac Man go ank-bank, stang like Cuba  More pickups than Hoover, more run than Suba  The funky dope maneuver, my field is holy  New duva, shook in Judah  Who the fuck wanna test me?  Captain Kenny Clark Gillespy, hold the vest B  We gon't throw some hands in this section  Uhh it's like that, Count Bass...