Digi Warfare

(Intro: Masta Killa)
 We gon' take this back, crazy old school
 Off the head one time, get a DJ something to a--
 Chika-chika-chika-chika-chicka-chicka-chhhh
 Get 'em something to scratch, yaknowhatimsayin?
 My nigga Choco, Jam Master Jay on the 1's and 2's
 It's Allah Math, Red Alert, Marley Marl
 Kid Capri, Funkmaster Flex and uh, Mr. Cee
 I can't forget, Sway and Tech
 Jazz Joyce, DJ Clue, Cocoa Chanel
 I be Jamel, I rocks the mic well, well
 Rock the mic well, well, well.
 (Masta Killa)
 On and on, to the break of dawn
 Hot Butter on, say what? The popcorn
 Freak 'em to the left, while we rock 'em to the right
 Brooklyn in the house, who wanna fight?
 Can we bounce? Roll to the skate ya rock
 Hip to the hop and ya don't dare stop
 Come alive party people, gimme what you got
 I guess by now you can take a hunch
 Fine, I'm the ninth member of the bunch
 Rockin' old school ain't shit to me
 MC's OD on the shit that I wrote
 Can we smoke while I'm drinkin'? I'm thinkin' of bonin'
 Sugar, I wanna ride yo ass until the mornin'
 Who you moanin: Jamel Arief, High Chief, comin' outta East Medins
 (Chorus: Masta Killa)
 Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs
 Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas
 Lookin' real good from ya toes to ya weave
 Tell the fellas back up and like let ya breathe
 Fellas in the house if ya know ya live
 Punch niggaz in the face from Cali to Bed-stuy
 Handlin' the steel if the shit get real
 Just flip a pie and stack ya mil'
 (Masta Killa)
 Activation, mind starts sparkin'
 Constant elevation, sky walkin'
 David Thompson, my Wu niggaz stompin'
 Down the boulevard, shakin' yo ass
 You better watch yo self, I'm type slick
 With a nice size --- lemme see you work it
 She wanna suck it in public
 Ol' Dirty Bastard can use it on the visitings, you wit it?
 Then holla like wheels on appeal, don't squeel
 Just keep it on the 'lils, for the Masta Kill
 Just givin' you somethin' that y'all can feel
 I see you in the hood, then ya fam from Tilden
 Slid through the back of the buildin', heat concealed in
 Stare to your place
 Rae bomb the elevator, an Incarcerated Scarface, here, taste
 The lace from the dominant race to the base
 In ya face like paste, baby doll
 Uh, uh, uh, uh, yes yes y'all
 Welcome to the block party, shots lick off
 You might wanna hit the deck, but stay calm
 It's only us, every thing's steelwell plush
 We freakin' the streets, the Shiek shows the beat {*echoes*}
 (Interlude: RZA (U-God))
 One two, one two
 I'ma try this one more time, son
 Lemme in there, yo put that nigga back son
 (Yeah, hit hard)
 (Masta Killa)
 Like... hip hop, like socialize
 Clean out ya ears and ya open ya eyes
 Liquid Sword to the city
 Peace Allah Just, that's one of the committee
 Let's hook up the 6 for a chess contest
 Leave a little stress
 I'll snatch a bag of the Uptown's best
 Make ya love it when ya smell it
 It's the velvet, block of chocolate for a hundred
 Dredd' got pounds, if ya wanna get down
 Or we can catch 'em on the next round
 My universal sound is like world reknowned
 World reknowned, world reknowned
 My universal sound is like world reknowned {*echoes*}
 (Chorus)