Digi Warfare lyrics

[Intro: Masta Killa]
We gon' take this back, crazy old school
Off the head one time, get a DJ something to a--
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chicka-chicka-chhhh
Get 'em something to scratch, y'knowhatimsayin?
My n*gga Choco, Jam Master Jay on the 1's and 2's
Peace Allah Math, Red Alert, Marley Marl
Kid Capri, Funkmaster Flex and uh, Mr. Cee
I can't forget, Sway & Tech
Jazz Joyce, DJ Clue, Cocoa Chanel
Irief Jamel, I rocks the mic well, well
Rock the mic well, well, well..

[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
On and on to the break of dawn
Hot Butter on, say 'what the popcorn'
Freak 'em to the left, while we rock 'em to the right
Brooklyn in the house, who wanna fight?
Can we bounce? Roll to the skate, your rock?
Hip to the hop and ya don't dare stop
Come alive party people, gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
Fine, I'm the ninth member of the bunch
Rockin' old school ain't sh*t to me
MCs OD on the sh*t that I wrote
Can we smoke while I'm drinkin'? I'm thinkin' of bonin'
Sugar, I wanna ride your ass until the mornin'
Leave you moanin: Jamel Irief, High Chief
Comin' out of East Medins
[Chorus: Masta Killa]
Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs
Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas
Lookin' real good from ya toes to ya weave
Tell the fellas back up and like let ya breathe
Fellas in the house if ya know ya live
Punch n*ggas in the face from Cali to Bed-stuy
Handlin' the steel if the sh*t get real
Just flip a pie and stack ya mil'

[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
Activation, mind starts sparkin'
Constant elevation, sky walkin'
David Thompson, my Wu n*ggas stompin'
Down the boulevard, shakin' your ass
You better watch yo self, I'm type slick
With a nice size ---, let me see you work it
She wanna suck it in public
Ol' Dirty bast*rd can use it on the visitings, you wit' it?
Then holla like wheels on a peel, don't squeal
Just keep it on the 'lils, for the Masta Kill
Just givin' you somethin' that y'all can feel
I see you in the hood, then your fam from Tilden
Slid through the back of the buildin', heat concealed in
Stare to your place
Rae bombed the elevator, an Incarcerated Scarface, here, taste
The lace from the dominant race to the base
In your face like paste, baby doll
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yes yes y'all
Welcome to the block party, shots lick off
You might wanna hit the deck, but stay calm
It's only us, every thing's still well plush
We freakin' the streets, the Shiek shows the beat
[Interlude: RZA (U-God)]
One two, one two
I'ma try this one more time, son
Let me in there, yo put that n*gga back son
(Yeah, hit hard)

[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
Like... hip-hop, like socialize
Clean out your ears and you open your eyes
Liquid Sword to the city
Peace Allah Just, that's one of the committee
Let's hook up at the 6 for a chess contest
Relieve a little stress, I'll snatch a bag of the Uptown's best
Make you love it when you smell it
It's the velvet, block of chocolate for a hundred
Dread' got pounds, if you wanna get down
Or we can catch 'em on the next round
My universal sound is like world renowned
World renowned, world renowned
My universal sound is like world renowned {*echoes*}

[Chorus: Masta Killa]
Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs
Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas
Lookin' real good from ya toes to ya weave
Tell the fellas back up and like let ya breathe
Fellas in the house if ya know ya live
Punch n*ggas in the face from Cali to Bed-Stuy
Handlin' the steel if the sh*t get real
Just flip a pie and stack ya mil'