Special Forces (Bahamadia)

Feat. Cali Agents, Chops (Mtn. Brothers), DJ Revolution Poems stay calm, approachin it They be flop and over it Back on my feet just like I'm 'posed to get (Yeah!) Livin up, I tell it y'all totin chicks You ain't really hot, you just image and politics The total type, y'all duplicates and male affiliates Soundin the silliest, doin renditions of hits like Al Yankovic I never been, kept it in suspense like a scene outta Scream legacy Like Marcia Jones, I'm reppin for queens Doin royal things, lock em down for offspring Whole team be a bunch of backpackers and mic fiends We all first string, spittin them jewels that bling bling And when I hit mainstream, y'all niggas can bite me *Cuts by DJ Revolution* "Live and direct" "Yeah" "We takin over "Live and direct" "Yeah" "We move like the special forces, green beret" "Live and direct" "Yeah" "That's the reason why none of y'all can't compete" Aiyyo these is ghetto-bound scripts For pseudo MC's to breathe off of I vaporize tracks like mentalyptis with active ingredients Comin straight from the Yardie My click rolls thicker than the Black Panther party Up next for Generation X Most of these rap cats is barely fresh And when they carry me, they gon' bury me wit a mic on my chest Wit a wide crowd lookin But for now, these mic minerals is Ital cookings Gettin seasoned on, we carry blades of various shapes For the crates and CD's, and those still married to tapes Bahama-d up in the spot wit Cali Agents and Chops For all you big shots that thought you had this rap game locked Man forget