Let It Be Known

Intro: Ant Banks
 "Ah yeah you know what I'm sayin'
 Ant Banks kickin' it wit the boy Spice 1
 Comin' at your dome, hey Spice let it be Known"
 Verse 1: Spice 1
 Spice 1 with the 31 flavors
 I be takin' my time so the suckers catch my vapors
 On the dope track, rollin' like a Mack 10
 I'm a fool when I'm fuckin' with a fifth a gin
 Fly, into the ass of a beat like a buckshot
 So damn dope I could be sold up on a drug spot
 This is a section of my many styles
 But my direction is to take MC's for many miles
 So, Peter Piper packed a perfect pickle peter
 Well, I pack the mutha fuckin' milimeter
 Where, in my trunk with the bump and the funk slam
 Another brother like me sayin' god damn
 Fact 1 I'm insane to the fuckin' brain
 Open up my mind and blast like it's a hurricane
 Your in front of a firin' squad
 And my job, is just to let it be known
 Let it be known
 Verse 2: Spice 1
 Rolling up past a junkie in my Delta '88
 With 2a's in my lap, and my aim is kind of straight
 Lots of static up in my rhyme, bitches clingin' up to my noun
 Gettin' dope like a kilo or an ounce or a pound
 Bitin' up on my rhymes tell me how much you can chew up
 Nigga up in the rearview with his brains col' blew up
 I am not the one or the two or the three'a
 I be what is known as S-P-I-C-E
 Let it be known, yeah
 Let it be known
 Verse 3: Spice 1
 Dope, how mutha fuckin' funky can a nigga get
 Comin' wit the shit ya can't fuck wit
 After the murda I'm a step and then I couldn't see ya
 Lockin' him up inside my mind, like in Santa Ria
 187 mutha fucka
 Kickin' that funky shit ya just can't get enough of
 Spice, the nigga that's icy like a popsickle
 Hard as a nickel mutha fuckas act fickle
 Bet yet it tickle, cause the nine got the back side
 So I kick 'em so the bullet take 'em for a ride
 On a long trip, get in your shit and dip
 187 up in the tape deck wit the muder shit
 Takin' a ship to the dome
 Spice 1 is up in the house muther fucker, so let it be known
 Yeah muther fucker, let it be known
 Verse 4: Spice 1
 4-1-5 was my hood that's where I'm from bitch
 Black steel is my brother, fuck wit me you'll get dissed
 Boom boom to the head now your body numb
 I'll punk you out and slap your bitch and get a fifth a rum
 There you are C.B.Bannern' all your casualties
 That's what you get you fuck the 1-8-7 Faculty
 I'm a fool to my bone that's what's goin' on
 My boy got static so I used this mobile telephone
 It was busy so I hng up and called twice
 He said who is it I said it's M.C. mutha fuckin' Spice
 He told me someone sold my boy up like some col'd slaw
 Pack your nine I'll pump the beat up in the Jaguar
 I push the brakes and smash the gas and started smokin' shit
 Picked up my phone and called my posse from the Okland bitch
 Shot to the city like a nine to the boat yard
 We chopped him up and sent his fingers wit the postcard
 Think I'm insane, no I'm just a little senile
 And plus I'm caught up in this muther fuckin' freestyle
 And all you suckers must'a had a fuckin' Pay Day
 Nutty to fuck with S-P-I-C-E on any day
 I'm so insane that my mind is gone
 Check it out muther fucker, let it be known