Drunkenstien : da da da
   Beastie boys sample : hold it now...
   Tricky :
   Cycle, someone gone
   It's like...
   These kids are connective...
   Crazy. these kids are crazy.
   You think you're in heaven --
   d pearson/g isabell :
   Yo i'm dreamin'
   Bitches be screamin' for my semen
   Like hard on my 125 [?]
   A mouth for luxuries, chickens can cluck to these
   Better yet, we'd have to [?] these
   Rhyme styles that i rock all night
   Devote for the [?] turn barry white, my insight
   Is far beyond the rhyme [?]
   Soon to go [?]
   I glide, hillfiguze homicide
   Like europe i leave mc's drivin on the right side
   The ripper, no one's hipper
   Honey getter
   Quick to put a [?] straight in yo shitter
   Rhyme bitter, like styled strife
   Layin' min [?] buffs in back with wesley snipes
   A buuncha kleptomaniacs
   Fingers that sticky?
   You ask what happen?
   Hillfiguzes got tricky.
   Tricky / drunkenstien :
   These sounds is like [?]
   Kids are crazy, they're crazy
   You think you're in heaven but...
   d pearson / g isabell :
   Lyrical meditaion
   Styles be bangin' like masturbation
   So open yo ear to the ejaculation
   Time flies and crime gods be makin moves
   Leders of the underworld be baggin' 2s
   So fools lose
   Why the l.a. [?] crews
   Poppin' [?]
   Frontal ease w/ the honeys
   Countin' moneys,
   A hillfiguze reppin' in his 20s
   The black [?] we pull cards on g.p.
   General purpose, my surface is reality
   Mob mentality is actualy the war pedigree
   That sits me on the stool w/ the extra t's - please
   Down on yo knees or i'll squeeze
   [?]
   You met defeat
   The feedback is hardcore rap
   Liscensed by hilfiguzes and tricky you never knew that
   Tricky / Stike :
   It's like, [sumner cybercafe?]
   fff... It's like i'm connecting
   These kids, crazy
   You think you're in heaven but youre really in hell [repeat till end]
   Stike : gonna check what's comin' next