Intro (The Will Tell Compilation Vol. 3: Where Theirs a Will Theirs a Way)

[Intro: The Bad Seed]
Yeah. 2001, huh? My nigga, William Tell. What’s the deal, boy? Yo, we celebrating, we celebrating your album, nigga. Where Theirs a Will Theirs a Way. Uh. In case y’all don’t know, I go by the name of The Bad Seed, aka Niggalis Cage. Represent O.B.S., Brooklyn, all that good stuff. But without further ado, let go

[Verse 1: The Bad Seed]
Yo, picture me rolling, picture me holding
A four fifth in each palm, busting off ‘til both of them swollen
Got two whips, both of them stolen
Nigga, I’m getting high in the fire while the smoke is blowing
It’s like a new pope has arosen
‘Cause when I die, niggas know everything I spoke was golden
I don’t flinch when you move—my composure’s frozen
Send a missile back to you through one of your doges
You could play G.I. Joe and that’s cool—I’ll be Cobra
This ain’t a cartoon—you’ll get one in your shoulder
I’ll send you news clippings you could put in a folder
You could show it to your seeds when they get much older
You cold as ice? I’m much colder
Like iceboxes and I sold right watches
Trust me, New York. Brooklyn, I got this
No man, woman, or child can stop this
Look just like my moms—you can tell I ain’t adopted
Dumped Craig Mack. Big dropped, I copped it
I spit like Johnny motherfucking Cochran
Shoot out when I’m boxed in. Put me in your top ten
Who better? If it ain’t Seed, it ain’t have soul
On your forehead, it’s a hole—eww
And like I told y’all before, “Wanna rock? We could roll”
And you know I got it under control—for real, let’s go

[Outro: The Bad Seed]
OK, uh. That’s basically how it’s going down. That’s how it’s going down for 2G1, for all the numbers after the 2, you heard? And that’s how we gonna do it. O.B.S. Ayyo, Will Tell, let’s get into this album. You know this shit is, this shit is ridiculous. It’s, it’s, it’s off the chain. It’s real, it’s real fucking crazy, keeping it crazy. Smacking niggas all across they lips and shit. Let’s go. Uh