Wack Emcees

[Hook: Nomad]
Wack emcees in the area
Make way before my crew come to bury ya
Because the Monsta Island clique is rolling thick
And we don't take no bullshit
If you’ve come to a battle, I bet you're ‘bout to forfeit
See? No

[Verse 1: Yves St. Larock]
Metaphor composure on exposure
The mic controller, mind overflower, New York City soldier (L.E.S.)
(Is in the house) Displays aggressive paragraphs headed right through your cranium
They're hard to contain, plus they’re rowdy when I'm relaying them
So feel me while my presentation is spoken clearly
Rule the mic, like, yearly for real, G
Improve on any groove because I practice like a master
Flip mad maneuvers like a grappler, I'm after
The props and the platinum plus more
Me and my niggas on the Islands by the seashores
We're living in stress-free with over a hundred pounds of sensi
And honeys that'll work becoming lost on Larock, see?

[Verse 2: Wayne-O]
Ayo, I drop emcees gracefully like Time Warner
Lamp like a D.T. cop on the corner
Thug niggas got me loco like the Fourth of July
Busting caps out the window (Window)
Indo shots to knock the tempo (Yeah)
Higher than my 9X bill, but still find it dandy
Point-blank shots off the brandy
Silent as a cooked-up pot
Traded In my triple-beam, maintained on the same plot
With schemes to get the legal collard greens
Me and girl is like Captain and Tennille (Yeah)
Hear the same, do what the fuck I feel
One: You get done, two: you get cracked without the gun
Three: You need to ignore it, and, if not, go for it
I get ill like a fever, Grimm note-seizer
Swinging that ass back and forth like Aaliyah
You're looking, you could find me on the A, fast trip
Invites for any to come back and rock with pits
Limping you take a trip down (Down)
To the nearest hospital in town (Town)
Lost in the sauce, dumbfound
So kindly come squared-off with the world-renowned

[Verse 3: MF Grimm]
Quake beats like Earth with profanity and sanity
Musical exorcism haunting tracks like it's Amity
Niggas I'm burning, intentions affirming
As the beat rocks and I plot on competition
Mic’s a MAC-11, add the vocal ammunition
Ass-whippings are dished to those who feel better
Get ‘em, I cock the mic back and then I wet ‘em
Brain-burner microwave thoughts like it’s Swanson
Fast learner accumulate units until it's platinum
Defeat me? Come on, nigga, that shit ain’t happening
Fuck the rapping shit, avoid me
‘Cause when I'm paranoid, motherfucker, I be capping shit
I'm mapping out shit, my man, plans to become a millionaire
Before I disappear from this atmosphere

[Hook: Nomad]
Wack emcees in the area
Make way before my crew come to bury ya
Because the Monsta Island clique is rolling thick
And we don't take no bullshit
If you’ve come to a battle, I bet you're ‘bout to forfeit
See? No