HOT97: The Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Show - Shabaam Sahdeeq and Shadowz In Da Dark Freestyle on 12/08/1996

Stretch and Bobbito ft. Shabaam Sahdeeq and Shadowz In Da Dark - “HOT97: The Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Show - Shabaam Sahdeeq and Shadowz In Da Dark Freestyle on 12/08/1996”
[Emcee(s): Shabaam Sahdeeq, Black Sun, and Monochrome]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 1: [?]]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 2: [?]]

[Verse 1: Shabaam Sahdeeq]
I scrape the surface with a style that’s worth it
Then I get deeper, sequel stink with reefer
Surrender no master because I’m the owner and keeper
First, the Sun son graduate, father figure
Deliver hits quick with much more vigor
Moonshine is potent—grab a jug and take a swiggor
Drunk monk inhale skunk like oxygen
Ox blown out into my palm to split your regiment
Race against time, none left for me to gamblе
Some emcees ramble and gеts trampled like City College
My steelo polish similar to tattoos
I back crews down with bad news. Verbally ooh
Sahdeeq techniques blunted with 1200s
Scratch like poison ivy—try me, baby. Satisfaction
I get you high like Toni Braxton with just a fraction
Unlimited styles gunning ‘em down like The Alamo
Slow flow of rapping, I get better with practice
SS, Sinister Vz, mics get seized for ransom

[Verse 2: Black Sun]
Imperial
Shadow material food for thought filling you
All-Bran fiber inside a no-frills cereal
Split the dizz’ up, Shred the Wheat like Nabisco
Ritual BX block party with Calypso
Sizzle like Crisco under fire, placing
Bets like Rain Man, 704
Mathematic game plan building with wisdom and denim
Name-brand, got the same man in wasteland like
Satan, dished at Tarzan, Legend of
Greystoke, took shorty to feel on on the futon
Straight strokes, deepthroat feeling like Quaker Oats
Now equality stand in ring like tokes, umbrellas
Three fellas acapella versus your planet, God
Damn it, moving red-handed, gloves covered
In blood. Some star thought he was a thug and autographed
A slug. Yo, it could happen to anyone
Naturally, prisoners of war get tortured
‘Til they’re casualties. Vision the galaxy
Trying to frame me like an art gallery, it’s like
I rule, save your tax and salary. Yo

[Verse 3: Monochrome]
Yo, I
Love rap. Back-snappers and dime-baggers get savage
Twist some skunk up, let’s get drunk up as we hunt for cabbage
Marriage to music, attitude rude for bruising, hold it down
Like gravity. Mad at me? Battle me—‘nother fatality
Attack your strategy, turn it to tragedy
You know the orders: duck or get bust or catch a casualty
Accept it. If ruckus is deadly, then I’m infected
I scratch rhymes that resurrect and still conquer your best it
So get your vest quick. Bless the mic, I catch wreck, kid
I’ll organize your movement like your nervous system. Message from
The brain: retaliate? Refrain from doing that
I might get steamed and blow the scene like a sewer cap
It’s fluid rap, vocal acrobat for black cap
Get five fingers with four short if you don’t know raw rap
Now catch this jaw tap—connect like illegal cable
You cut off three legs, I’ll still hold a balanced table
Fiction or fable? Myth or mystery? Sequel or trilogy?
Consider me in the vicinity, rocking infinity
Permanent history [?]
Log it, I fog it up with black smoke, the energy shut it down
Like power plants if your camp is sending me
Negative vibes. You popping that jive while I survive
That’s how it bees around the hornets’ hive. We sting to make
Your eardrum ring—how’s that for live? Action like
A bodyguard packing .45, enter your narrow
Small bullet wound and exit wide

[Verse 4: Shabaam Sahdeeq]
S-Double bust you out that bubble you trapped in
Cap your cap, then fools get smashed orderly fashion
Top-rank vocabulary mercenary, punchlines
Hit you up like flurries, but I don’t flood it. Leave your
Forehead knotted, lumps, forgot to shout, “Your crew are chumps”
Survive the war like Forrest Gump to smack you with that funk
Funk them jeal’ cats yelling that they can’t feel that
From the reel to the board to the DAT, I’m bound to peel your wigs back
Dig that. I rig that mic to blow upon
Speaking, weekend gangsters get exposed like pranksters
Run a race like hamsters, never quite
Make it. Feels so real—how could I fake it?
Make it melodic, something with much more logic
Urban, surburban, ghettos to projects, the hot sh…

[Verse 5: Black Sun]
Release these
Shadow bangers, endangered species
E-M-C-double-Es with a mouthful of feces
We seize mega G’s while you critique technique
Da Dark mystique with a slim physique build with
The elite, Iron Sheik amazing ‘em in an
Arabian oasis, displaying gems. My rap
Fleet move like track meets in stadiums, letting off
Then jetting off like Canadians, son
We’re blazing ‘em ‘cross the board like Ouija. Real heads
Ready for war, dead the peace treaty. My A-Alikes
Be alike, so they see me. Believe me
I want it all, greedy, playing the wall like graffiti. Black Sun
The pharaoh, I rock like Camaros
Fuel-injected, stick-shift, swift Shadow
Majestic, highly connected, well-respected
Seven styles of flying fish perfected—test it, baby

[Verse 6: Monochrome]
Channel my energy for constructive building
Packing the steel and knowledge, it’s real when I’m dealing
Searching for feelings lost [?] never healing
Violence appealing, my anger’s bouncing off the ceiling (Right!)
I move fast with mega blast from the cannabis
See, I’ma manage this. The life I lead proceed to damage this
While married to the music, I’ll school you like Confucius
And bust grips like loading a bisc’ out to abuse it
Like most do, I approach you like I’ma toast you
You might not know me, brother, but I know niggas that spoke true
Peeping you faking about the hearts you’ve never taken
Kind of fella with Phillies but nothing to get his bacon
I’m earthquaking, waking up the globe with silent talking
I stand still and crash up your grill like deer crossing
Now you’re remorsing like your girl’s fourth abortion
Sip on the potion—I swear it’ll have you tossing

[Verse 7: Shabaam Sahdeeq]
Ayyo
It feels so real (What?), feels so rugged to love it
Touch it. Politick? Let’s discuss it, bust it
Heat the mic like Arabian sands and drop
Jewels and jams for all rap fans. Ayyo
It feels so real (What?), feels so rugged to love it
Other cats try to move it, but they can’t budge it
Or smudge it ‘cause it’s already dirty as hell
The world go ‘round like carousels. Inhale the tropical
Unstoppable force, respect like two techs
‘Nough sex in the next room with China doll
Yeah, y’all. Emcees fall like bowling pins
It’s on again. [?] then freeze, watch me breeze through
Your town. Sounds originated in the East
Bust rhymes like projectiles, the mic’s my piece
Incite the riot—try it. I fry it and ball it
Then flush you down the toilet like the sh… you are. Come again
Shabaam strikes the mic, pure adrenaline
Swiftly attracting ‘em, front-center beat-bender
Surrender your arms, officially held hostage
I’ll splash mic kids while the rest hit skids
Double-S stay gifted, lifted like clouds
Addicted to mics, fat beats, and large crowds. Check it out

[Verse 8: Black Sun, Monochrome, and Shadowz In Da Dark]
Who be
The man you expect to inject death threats like a
Science text correct death threat and flood the set
With burning plus enough [?] compatible
Batter you. Shatterproof, hazardous, hardhat construction
Don’t let me catch you with a shot that’s sure to unvest you
Yo, the second I come stepping on past you, yeah
Respect the warrior holding fort for the glory of
Kings like hockey teams, and butter queens [?]
Black is my story, huh? Rugged soul like rocking Nautica
At the wisdom age of twenty-three, a quarter through the corridor
Yeah, let my lyrics pump like shotties, give cheddar to chickens
To platinum-hittings, pistol-grippings, and the diesel rowdies. Yo, it’s
The don gorgon, pull a hustle like Nikki Bonds, my man
Mack like Goldie, bring drama to “Dead Calm”
Adjust mics in palms, recite psalms and make law
Keep ‘em in line like rollerblades—what you trying to skate for?
My time waits for no man, be like Samson hitting
Conan with trees. All enemies
Sinister V-O-I-C-E-Z
That’s who we be easily
Shadowz In Da D-A-R-K any day
All day, you could test the swordplay. Whatever

[Verse 9: Shabaam Sahdeeq]
SS, no stress, snatch mics from small tyke emcees
Enemies get scraped with ease like knees
On hard concrete. Face Shabaam, meet defeat, feel the heat
On the concrete and feel the vibe through the streets
Sinister Vz indeed shock the world
Like Holyfield rocking a Yankees cap with 2Pac
T-shirt on his back. Shabaam Sahdeeq come wack? Where you
Hear that? Peeps fear that, make noise like pots and pans
Stomp through rugged terrain, foreign lands
Scorch your soul like hot sand, greet peeps with my
Right hand, pump niggas with my lefty
Test these skills, get shocked by the third
That’s my word. Tangle and mangle emcees like
Car wrecks, got ‘em running for shelter like
Bomb threats

[Verse 10: Monochrome]
Yeah! Ah! Question, question
Question. Check. Uh, yeah
What you gonna do when your bullseye gets split? You can’t
Stand the myth, the man, the legend, triple [?]
I’m praising seven, don’t need no reverend. The God is in
The Body, no mentions of Gotti—maybe Haile Selassie
Or some other black philosies, never forgot we
Your million-dollar sweater’s sloppy. Go ‘head, big poppy
The mandible of all gods who I be. Just ask for
The name of the face, you’ll find me probably blazing the gamma
Rays solo to face privately, Mono on some next
But keep the text with ghetto psychology
Sitting on thoughts and money vaults, my friend. Holding fort
And dodging court like Kevorkian. With no support
I still bust off with double culture force I force to decode
It’s military that’s due buck-bucks in Morse. Toss
A twenty-two a German brew if we’re getting through
Then we get the link, then we get the Chrome

[Verse 11: Black Sun]
Nothing sweet, sour taste of defeat. You can’t
Beef with the elite, we flame-broil mincemeat, sauté
Test the swordplay all day. What?
Under surveillance like Broadway scanner
Radar, Allah the best planner, form
Sight with title bouts, shock this world like a band of pro-
-paganda, charge the court, change your alibi. Just I
See equality, guys living to die. Whole wheat
Or rye, we get the bread, no lie. Earth tell
His seeds, “Don’t cry. Storms’ll soon pass by.” As I
Inhale stimuli, lightning in the sky, mega flames
Strike your physical frame, fish fried downtown
Bed-Stuy living by fo’-fives, cats who
Tote jive, lose all nine lives. My enterprise
Survive, puff lye for the effects of the high
Bless it like Malachi. Throughout
The twelve-block radius, Shadowz the shadiest, invite
The craziest, we step to ‘em like [?]
5:50, y’all big on injustice
Politick, let’s discuss this