Artist: Othorized F.A.M. f/ Lighter Shade Album: Hot Like Sahara Sand Song: Five on a Track Typed by: Cno Evil [Lighter Shade] Step into your cipher, break down your vocal Nile is the focal, start pouting total The visible, under crushing, MC's over coastal Laying in the cut, like constant the noble In the beast naval, we all living fatal Hold down CLO's, angle and chief from my cradle They probably peep us through the cable, break bread like Jay-Z I live a hysterious label, rock that street fable No man, fuck around with Conan, every program For my whole fam, back to the homelands Knights of Round, travel through these types of sounds What up C-Wigs, what up Lounge, snatch rounds on the underground Kingdoms are calm, unite palms, drawning bomb bombs Driving on your And 1, helded in my right palm Q lock the chromes like a pipe gun Dream of the icon, oh my God, that's why I write on [Shawn Wigs] Switch the five at the top of the block with cordless mics We tore up the desert like Israelites From the Barracks, shine embarrass, we rock karots And jewels like Egyptian kings and hold things And rock it til the last MC does the Nile Exporting a song, we walk, Staten Isle Heads held high, some guns is awake You wanna swallow that son, but you can't stand the taste Blackball rap, but you got time to waste These Ferryboat niggas is bout to bout face Attack, survival of the darts on the track [Lounge Lo] Dart specialist, my tailgate flow, the rap arsonist Pardon this, 33rd street, and Square Garden This is gridlocked, these kids on your block are big shots And like Alfred Hitchcock, I bust five to make the bitch stop Right to your dome piece, and fold real quick And while you drapped out in black, your girl's riding my dick These muthafuckas walk alot and talk alot, the same shit '98, 19, I gel wit the same click Hass, Clock and Wigalo, Crunch Lo and Q O.T.F., S.T., number two Before you want war from who, me and my crew It's that kid engineer loop, betting ya'll who, it's like [Chorus 2X: Lounge Lo] Niggas say who them cats, five on a track Bet you ain't us, out the anus, your famous, yo fuck that We bust back, I run wit a fam that love gats Yo, we thug around the map, it's like that Aiyo, we thug around the map, it's like that [Crunch Lo] Aiyo who blaze it, flame the mic and front stage it Scrape shit, step above the means if it's basic Real dog, step through fog like the phantom Crowd from the gat, like the body beat anthem Dancing off the set in a breeze, grow weeds Lungs squeeze to his knees, in the set, blades freeze Bitch factor, if you shining, get it yakked up Fighting back strapless, that's how you get clapped it Beneen, Allah Kareem, wreckless abandoned I'm handling, speed, like I'm scrambling, last man standing Ferocious, when I wrote this Leave 'em quoteless and hopeless, stuck in the focus Of my technical, bless your whole crew Tackle unfaithful, O to the two F's A mess on devices, the plan to snatch a thousand grams on some hype shit The nicest, we spiced it up, if you front, then the ox get you diced it up [Molly-Q] I stalk New York, rappers get stuck like a statue Stay attached to, smack wives, crack attitudes Q damager, ghetto minds stay danger, stranger Re-arrange, hold migraines, the golden anchor Hold down commitee, big boy moving shifty Shiesty, blazing our left, all my righties Whitey Black, back on the map, yo turn it back back Slug attach your craft, biograph' rap, maniacs in fact Your palms sweaty, heartbeat, dumping plenty Chumps catch slumps, from eternal wide slugs Bare luck, blackout battle down south loud mouth out Italian never drought, battle axes weeded out Shruggle the hustle, with muscle you wanna tussle? Tunnel vision rap, twist caps and make you mumble Jarweed telepathy, no apoligies Supreme in pedigrees, my mic change degrees, it's like [Chorus 3X]