"The Ultimate" lyrics

Yo, one time for my people that be reppin'
That real hip-hop man I use it as a weapon
Full of ammunition, every word is a bullet
Poetry's the product kingpin when I push it
Yo, first off man you're fucking with the throne
I'm star bound, and they stuck inside they phone
They know it's K.O. when I punch another cone
Rubber neckin' motherfuckers when I touch a microphone
Yeah, it's Big Macka what's crackin'?
Little kiddy shut your mouth when big daddy is rappin'
Yo, I'm on a level they can't actually fathom
Back for some action like I'm packing a gatling
Now I'm back and I'm rappin' with a sack of that magic
In the back of the 'Lac man I was dabbin' with Jurrasic
Powder in my palm and I'm happily slappin' any rapper
I'm better than any rap they imagine I'm a savage
Yeah but still a pimp though, with my indo rollin' out the window
I'm on that hip-hop shit, that can tame hell
Every rhyme that I write makes your face melt
You got stains from the pain baby wash it off
I'm in the fog with the Gods baby choppin' pot
I grew wings just to drop a log on coppa shops
Got that hot shit like my bogs were made of molotovs
Man rappers on my dick like a lollipop
Turnin' scumbags to cum rags when I top 'em off
And these new kids thinking that they so cool
Wouldn't be shit if it wasn't for the old school
Yeah, so I'ma hit 'em with that real shit
No discussion I'm a give em something they can feel bitch
We out here, on a motherfuckin' field trip
Honestly I'm like Dorothy, when her heels click, shit
I'm The Wizard of Oz, it's no joke po-po I be flippin' them off
And if the feel ain't real I ain't having it
So make way for some classic shit like

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
Keep on 'til the break of dawn
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't quit
BnE back rocking the ultimate
Can I kick it? Yes, you can
Can I kick it? Yes, you can
Well, I'ma bring it back like Biggie when he did his shit with Diddy
Say we won't stop, "we won't stop"

Check it out, y'all
Say hello, hello, "hello, hello"
Say what up, what up, "what up, what up"
If you feel the vibe and you feelin' alright
Everybody put your hands up high in the sky
Wave 'em side to side, side to side
Whole crowd lookin' like they sayin' 'hi' or 'bye'
My oh my, the vibe is fly
Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is Bliss
Uh, B to the L-I-Double-S
With a party slop? Hell nah!
BnE's in this bitch, man, 'nough said
If you with it, somebody say fuck yeah, "fuck yeah"
DK's on the drum set, he got the pots and the pans, man, to bust heads
We in the kitchen, cooking up the fresh beats
You ready, y'all? Then let's eat
Hold up
"Damn, what is this tasty thing?"
That's a hundred percent certified fucking fresh
Hip-hop, man, I love it, I live it
I guess it's in the soul, man, I'm one with the spirit
Since the beginning of time we've been up in the kitchen
Since the tribes out in Africa, hummin' the rhythm
Bumpin' them sticks into the Egyptians, under the pyramids
Ridin' hieroglyphics all in the colour of cinnamon
We've been makin' wonderful images, we just put it to a beat
Now we turn it into something magnificent
Check it, dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know
We riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly
Hold up, let's become with the lyrics, I'm just tryin' to show you what inspired
A young little kid to come in and kick it
With the drug that I'm dealing, to make 'em jump to the ceiling
And now we worldwide, they can't get enough of this feelin'
From the kid who was ridin' a tractor out in some little village
All the way to your mother lovin', now she's up in the kitchen
Singin' every lyric in dense, then she's scrubbin' the dishes, man
That shit is the fuckin' business, it's nothing but exquisite
That's Hip-Hop!

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
Keep on 'til the break of dawn
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't quit
BnE back rocking the ultimate
Can I kick it? Yes, you can
Can I kick it? Yes, you can
Well, I'ma bring it back like Biggie when he did his shit with Diddy
Yell we won't stop, "we won't stop"
We won't stop
We won't stop