Ol' Time Killin'

INTRO [Korry Deez] E'rebody ah talk 'bout sound killing When they dun know, we are original sound killer Fassyhole you know we Anytime we start dance-dance a fi lock Girl follow back a we We have e'rething pon cock Can't chant to we We start dance from 19-o-long Pick a only firefighter a we collect A dub plate we have Anytime we drop Kardinal, IRS and Wio A blood clot big tune dat [Kardinal Offishall] Yes Oh me oh me oh my (what) Them a try run Mr. Kardi-ni, flavours you can't deny (what) 'Cause them Circle cats rhyme so fly Them tracks stay do or die and (what) as (what) When them write a murder song before a cats can't turn around I jump and beg for they live (what) Lick off a style, me-a-fi put dem all back Rap from T-dot to the Bronx and Bricks and come back (Will you wake me up?) [Wio-K] If an emcee step outta line,I feel them affi get cut up But up, lick up, fist up, sound get brek up Beat up and kick up until they boy start hiccup (Girlfriend what's your name?) How ya look, so sweet with your horse legs acting like you're strange It's full time, now you come off on dat range My name's Wio, bareback rhyming in the plains [Allistair] Blessin' this, effortless, mess with this, eff with this If you think you got a chance to dance with your devilish messages Stressing this can only lead to battery You rattle me, request to battle me I take as flattery I see ya, grip your bible,I'm the lyrically homicidal idol Who's liable to take your title with a single recital, it's vital You respect the steez, I get vexed with ease Don't make me ask you to respect me please CHORUS [Jully Black & BlackKat?] It's an old time, ol' time killing We a deal with, run and get your money clip For another day in another way De man dem, nuh take the ray ray We are a murderahs Killas...murder [BlackKat] Yo, 1-8-7 Cold blood I meant to do it ruthless Knew it was murder since Da Grassroots produced it Now we got some ax-murderers upon the track Burning murder onto wax So you can witness the attack, it's Black... Kat The nigga who writes to burn flavour So hype the Source should give us 5 mics and 2 turntables We spitting this with beats so ridiculous And rhyme style limitless, let's see if they can get with this [Kardinal Offishall] Wio - you're crazy, your tough talk don't amaze me Imaginary gats busting just don't faze me Lick a shot, wave your flag, gunfinga in the air Headstone on your 12" says Mr. Kardinal and the Monolith was there From '94 to now, the beats run wild in the East Leaving 'nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers that's made for 5-0 Babylon fi get dust and let my people dem go [CHORUS] [Kardinal Offishall] Call me a sound (killa), gut (filla), rhyme (spilla) Don't date vanilla, hip hop guerilla Mind (chilla), don't drink Miller Lite Night thrilla, spite might fill ya Bite and you invite with a recite to kill ya [Wio -K] The tox licker, shot licker Girls flock quicker, since my crop got bigger Get yanked like a glock trigger, just to make the plot thicker Girls got thicker, I'm run up in the spot quicker (Don't let them watch me so) I'm the nigga your son really wants to chill with and know You must think it's me that make that nigga act so Vexed 'cause your church friends gossip on the low (Wio - let me say) Now for the people who don't know what's gwaning They sleeping on the whole city, stretching in your heart Not knowing that T-dot's about to shake your ass out your dreams So (wake up) before you end up in a pine box Seen [CHORUS] You better run go and get your money clip [Jully Black] Run go get your money clip Run go get your money clip The emcee killa, killa killa