Special Forces - Bahamadia, CHOPS, Planet Asia

Poems stay calm, approachin it

They be flop and over it

Back on my feet just like I’m 'posed to get (Yeah!)

Livin up, I tell it y’all totin chicks

You ain’t really hot, you just image and politics

The total type, y’all duplicates and male affiliates

Soundin the silliest, doin renditions of hits like Al Yankovic

I never been, kept it in suspense like a scene outta Scream legacy

Like Marcia Jones, I’m reppin for queens

Doin royal things, lock em down for offspring

Whole team be a bunch of backpackers and mic fiends

We all first string, spittin them jewels that bling bling

And when I hit mainstream, y’all niggas can bite me

«Live and direct» «Yeah»

«We takin over

«Live and direct» «Yeah»

«We move like the special forces, green beret»

«Live and direct» «Yeah»

«That's the reason why none of y’all can’t compete»

Aiyyo these is ghetto-bound scripts

For pseudo MC’s to breathe off of

I vaporize tracks like mentalyptis with active ingredients

Comin straight from the Yardie

My click rolls thicker than the Black Panther party

Up next for Generation X

Most of these rap cats is barely fresh

And when they carry me, they gon' bury me wit a mic on my chest

Wit a wide crowd lookin

But for now, these mic minerals is Ital cookings

Gettin seasoned on, we carry blades of various shapes

For the crates and CD’s, and those still married to tapes

Bahama-d up in the spot wit Cali Agents and Chops

For all you big shots that thought you had this rap game locked

Man forget about it

Whenever we got beef, nigga we spit about it

Get in the stands and swing hands

You better change the plans, it’s not goin down like that

You in this game wit some serious cats

Perhaps we could adapt to those that spit flows

Keepin them on they toes

Hopin it don’t come to blows

Cuz if it come to that then we layin em flat

I hit these niggas so hard you think I’m sprayin a gat

We at, these MC’s never smokin the trees

I think on the blink off some serious drinks

Fresh dipped wit some serious links, we make cash

Put my foot on the gas and smooth rip a nigga’s ass

«Live and direct» «Yeah» «We takin over»

«Live and direct» «Yeah»

«We move like the special forces, green beret»

«Live and direct» «Yeah»

«My troops roll up wit a strange force»

Chops pedigree, heavily drop rock readily

Hip hop peep sleep brevely

Call form assembly

Genetically, neither ivory nor ebony

Rather imbalanced chemically, talents are tendencies

Towards supremecy, ask not like John Kennedy

Who made your ass hot, remember me

See the cause of the blaze

Lost in the maze, Frankie Beverly

While you dab your face wit the hankie tenderly

Intricately weed, the steady medley

Along wit these 3 MC’s, combine rhymes to the end degree

Flows overload your sensory, so you can thank me regretfully

With ease, can breathe from these procedures

Leave a blank in your memory what!

«Live and direct» «Yeah» 2x

«We move like the special forces, green beret»

«Live and direct» «Yeah» 2x

«None of y’all can’t compete»

«Live and direct» «Yeah» 2x

«None of y’all can’t compete»

«Live and direct»