[sound Of Keith Murray Intro From Mary J. Blige 'What's The 411' Tape

Which I Could Swear Has Been Set To B.I.G.'s "Who Shot Ya" Based On

The Sound Of The Beat (Artifacts Assure Me That This Is Mary J.

Blige)]

"My Subliminals, Mixed With Criminal Chemicals

Got More Mily Syllables Than Alphabet Cereal..."

*car Door Slams*

Tame: I Gots Ta Get This Bag Of Bam Ba Zi, Fuck This!

"You Know Who The Fuck I Am So Get Off That Old Bullshucks!"

--> Redman (scratched Sample)

"He Ain't Shit, You Ain't Shit, Your Momma Ain't Shit, Daddy Ain't

Shit"

--> Redman (scratched Sample)

[Tame One]

If I Had It My Way, Every Wack MC Would Die Friday

Makin Saturday A Better Day

Sunday Wouldn't Start Your Week Off Til Monday

One Day Tunes I Wrote Yesterday Will Be Tomorrow's Scriptures For

Today

At High Noon, Boom Skwad Gods With Knowledge

Holler At Apostles, Who Squalor In Despair, Despisin Those Who Follow

Swallowin Pride Like St. Ide's While You Stare... Take A Drink

Don't Think In A Eyeblink I Won't Start My Hijinks

And Hijack A Flight [Yeah Right, When?]

Tomorrow Night, Cause Off The Record With The Treble And The Bass

I Chase My Lyrics Through The Rap Race

Last Place Is Simply Not An Option In My Case

Waste Not Want Not Because I Front Not

The Notty Keeps His Lyrical Shotty Cocked

And Locked Up At Your Temple, Over Instrumentals

("It's All In Your Mind") You No. 2 Like The Pencil

The Boom Skwadron, Godson, Who Got The Bop Gun

The Top Gun, From The Jump Like Datsun

I Got One, Candy-coated Rote Rhymes Skits I Shit On When I Get On

Then Flip The Scripts Like I Had Zips On

It's On Like Electrical, My Symmetrical

Alphabetic Keeps My Competition Ridin On My Testicles

("he Ain't Shit, You Ain't Shit, Ain't Nobody Shit")

You To The Rescue, Let Me Test You

Who The Best Crew, Most Definite

Has To Be