On the Jazzy Tip lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean]
(Mm) Coming directly from the Radical committee
'Cause we hate the sucker system
The music that they make may break-ah the gangsta rap
Perhaps for a second you go take a nap
While I'm riding the rhythm on the last...my God, just check my style
I'm just taking the lower to the top
Yo, Kaos One, show what you've got

[Verse 2: Kaos One]
[Coming directly?] from the Radical committee
'Cause we hate the sucker system, the music that they make
Yes, pal, you are so far to be a star like me
Yеs, the wickety-wickety wild T
It's thе K to tha A to tha O to tha S on the jazz jam
That's why I slam, so people straight forget the old sh*t
It's the Radical-Radical Stuff on the jazzy tip

[Verse 3: Sean]
This is a dope camp, pro by a deaf chap
I guess you know that, so sucker step back
When I turn my shows, the motherf*ckers would diss me
But when I rap, they wanna listen to me
'Cause my rhymes are tough
Since I'm down with the Radical Stuff
I'm proud to be a rapper
Easy trigger n*gga, motherf*ckin' next snapper
So I guess now you've figured
That you're getting smaller and I'm getting bigger
So take a look at this, ah, caress it, yeah, give it a kiss
Now listen to the man without fear
Talkin' sh*t, yes, but sh*t you wanna hear
So shut the f*ck up for a second and think
Yes, who's gonna sink?
'Cause Mista Smith and Mista Wesson are giving you a lesson
[Know that you?] test them
We'll shoot you down, shoot you-shoot you down
Let your rap motherf*cker face to the ground
[Verse 4: Kaos One]
The R, the I, the D, the E
The J, the A, the motherf*ckin' double Z
Slam the beat to beat the old sh*t
With the lyrical type mix on the jazzy tip
The bass, the drum, the sax and keyboard
So slow them [?] face on the floor
I bet my ass that you can ride the jazz like a [pias?] with Lo Greco Brothers
It's time to think of a mic that make a rhyme jazz
A rhyme with class so you better don't test
To dig the tricks like this you need da wicks
To freestyle trigger somebody talkin' sh*t
The [wide?] [glide/collide?], from the si-side
Yes, the lyrical homicide with the jazz hype
If I shoot your [best?], should I shoot my jazz track?
The Radical Stuff step to bite the roughneck
Once again, I gotta rule
Show the talent, the talent o' the old school
So ash to ash and dust to dust
Don't even try, it's the Radical Stuff

[Interlude: Sean, Kaos One]
[? intro?], my brother from the jungle
Wait to rock the lyrics, 'cause our lyrics' not a tangle
Hard like a anvil, tough like a bro'
Yo, my man Kaos, I pass you the microphone
[? intro?], my brother from the jungle
Wait to rock the lyrics, 'cause our lyrics' not a tangle
Strong like a anvil, tougher like a point
Yo, my brother Sean, it's time to go home
[Outro: Sean, Kaos One]
Yeah, but before we go home, man, let's get paid
Man, you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, paid in full, not in portion
Yeah, sure brah, take the cash and get the f*ck outta here
Yeah, now I'll bleed outta here in a sec (Voice)