Yo, this girl called me..
  "Hi Pos! Heard your shit, back in style baby!"
  .. heard the De La, said I'm back in style y'know?
  Heh..
  
  [scratching]
  "You-you-you.. you need to stop"
  "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy
  "Jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> P. Smith
  "There's always ONE.. (ONE!)"
  "Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains" -> Rebel INS
  "There it is!!"
  "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy
  
  [Pos/Plug Won]
  The average MC sells terror
  We nail terror up against the wall for target practice
  Not one of your top five MC's
  but I see clearly with ease you lack this
  Coast to coast, we pop up on your scene like toast
  playin host to your regiment
  who rally to boast, but now boast no more
  They got floored by the sight of my ledger print
  I came specifically, to fracture yo' ability
  to grandstand anywhere next to me
  This is the year, when the true better man
  keeps the cheddar and writes to his destiny (word!)
  Timeless episodes of talent got me nominated
  by the ones who hated me on spittin tighter
  Salute these "Supa Emcees" for bein clever;
  and never use the weed as a ghost writer
  
  [scratching]
  "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy
  "Jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> P. Smith
  "Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment" -> Malik B
  "Yeah, word up!"
  "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy
  
  [Pos/Plug Won]
  Contrary to popular truth, these youth are runnin scared
  so in one stare they gettin strapped
  Cash rules NUTTIN from below the belt
  The dick choose to melt asses where them dollars at?
  (Where them dollars at?) Musta been bitten by a rabbit
  Actin silly like that; your pop culture need a diaper change
  I'm snatchin the mic, like I'm lootin
  with a whole lot of shootin while you're keepin out of sniper range
  Your aim's to please, my aim's to freeze
  you dead center in your tracks with your hands high
  Ain't no tricks, we set it to fire like Hendrix
  All the hard rocks at liquor spots
  All over the scene, makin it messy
  so we make a clean getaway to a better day
  Can't say the same, for them cats who left the game
  cause they couldn't claim the better pay
  This ain't no masquerade
  so the mass parade of people need to stop frontin
  There's truly a few makin them hits
  while us, we got our mitts closed cause you on the field buntin
  Make it to third bass, but never reach home
  The word is, your whereabouts is unknown
  While we're that point of view, that you never really knew
  with the stitch to keep the cut sewn (De La!)
  
  [scratching]
  "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy
  "Jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> P. Smith
  ..
  
  ROCK A BYE BABY!! ON THE TREE TOP!!
  WHEN THE WIND BLOWS!! THE CRADLE WILL ROCK!!
  ROCK!! RO..