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

Peace 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

Irief 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'

Leave ya moanin: Jamel Irief, High Chief, comin' outta East Medins

[Hook: 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 a peel, don't squeal

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 still well plush

We freakin' the streets, the Shiek shows the beat {*echoes*}

[Interlude: RZA (U-God)]

One two, one two

I'mma 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

Relieve 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

Dread' 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*}

[Hook]

• Artist:Masta Killa
• Album:No Said Date