Ol' Time Killin'

INTRO [Korry Deez]
 E'rebody ah talk 'bout sound killing
 When they dun know, we are original sound killer
 Fassyhole you know we
 Anytime we start dance-dance a fi lock
 Girl follow back a we
 We have e'rething pon cock
 Can't chant to we
 We start dance from 19-o-long
 Pick a only firefighter a we collect
 A dub plate we have
 Anytime we drop Kardinal, IRS and Wio
 A blood clot big tune dat
 [Kardinal Offishall]
 Yes
 Oh me oh me oh my (what)
 Them a try run Mr. Kardi-ni, flavours you can't deny (what)
 'Cause them Circle cats rhyme so fly
 Them tracks stay do or die and (what) as (what)
 When them write a murder song before a cats can't turn around
 I jump and beg for they live (what)
 Lick off a style, me-a-fi put dem all back
 Rap from T-dot to the Bronx and Bricks and come back
 (Will you wake me up?)
 [Wio-K]
 If an emcee step outta line, I feel them affi get cut up
 But up, lick up, fist up, sound get brek up
 Beat up and kick up until they boy start hiccup
 (Girlfriend what's your name?)
 How ya look, so sweet with your horse legs acting like you're strange
 It's full time, now you come off on dat range
 My name's Wio, bareback rhyming in the plains
 [Allistair]
 Blessin' this, effortless, mess with this, eff with this
 If you think you got a chance to dance with your devilish messages
 Stressing this can only lead to battery
 You rattle me, request to battle me I take as flattery
 I see ya, grip your bible, I'm the lyrically homicidal idol
 Who's liable to take your title with a single recital, it's vital
 You respect the steez, I get vexed with ease
 Don't make me ask you to respect me please
 CHORUS [Jully Black & BlackKat?]
 It's an old time, ol' time killing
 We a deal with, run and get your money clip
 For another day in another way
 De man dem, nuh take the ray ray
 We are a murderahs
 Killas... murder
 [BlackKat]
 Yo, 1-8-7
 Cold blood I meant to do it ruthless
 Knew it was murder since Da Grassroots produced it
 Now we got some ax-murderers upon the track
 Burning murder onto wax
 So you can witness the attack, it's Black... Kat
 The nigga who writes to burn flavour
 So hype the Source should give us 5 mics and 2 turntables
 We spitting this with beats so ridiculous
 And rhyme style limitless, let's see if they can get with this
 [Kardinal Offishall]
 Wio - you're crazy, your tough talk don't amaze me
 Imaginary gats busting just don't faze me
 Lick a shot, wave your flag, gunfinga in the air
 Headstone on your 12" says Mr. Kardinal and the Monolith was there
 From '94 to now, the beats run wild in the East
 Leaving 'nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers that's made for 5-0
 Babylon fi get dust and let my people dem go
 CHORUS
 [Kardinal Offishall]
 Call me a sound (killa), gut (filla), rhyme (spilla)
 Don't date vanilla, hip hop guerilla
 Mind (chilla), don't drink Miller Lite
 Night thrilla, spite might fill ya
 Bite and you invite with a recite to kill ya
 [Wio -K]
 The tox licker, shot licker
 Girls flock quicker, since my crop got bigger
 Get yanked like a glock trigger, just to make the plot thicker
 Girls got thicker, I'm run up in the spot quicker
 (Don't let them watch me so)
 I'm the nigga your son really wants to chill with and know
 You must think it's me that make that nigga act so
 Vexed 'cause your church friends gossip on the low
 (Wio - let me say)
 Now for the people who don't know what's gwaning
 They sleeping on the whole city, stretching in your heart
 Not knowing that T-dot's about to shake your ass out your dreams
 So (wake up) before you end up in a pine box
 Seen
 CHORUS
 You better run go and get your money clip
 [Jully Black]
 Run go get your money clip
 Run go get your money clip
 The emcee killa, killa killa