Lyrics
I'm speaking on the posse
The P-O-double-S, drop the E
No, bring it back to reality
Put it back on the end so I can begin
To start saying real dope rhymes again
I know you like this, friends, are you listening?
Because a brother like Lakim would like to discipline
You, your girl, your boys who like to make noise
We'll make some as I get down, my literature is truly hardcore
All you pooh-puts, you better step back
You're not ready for a style like this that blends with cuts
No matter, no weather, you gotta get up and stay in touch
With a man like Shabazz, I can go fast
Or slow the tempo down, I won't use no hesitation
'Cause I'm constantly elevating to the top
So sit back and be patient
My style is dope on a rope, now can you cope
With the rhymes that I bring? 45 King adds a beat to go with it
Cee just provides the cut, the power and thrust
To back me up, never whack me up
But it enables me to become a number one pro
I am symbolic to knowledge so I gots to know
The foundation of all things in existence
Know the last before you follow the edgy misfit
I came to tell ya, the posse is taking charge
The 45 King kicking the beat, yo, the posse is large
The posse is large
I'm down with the L, the A, the T-double-E, A-P-A-C-H-E
La T and Apache
My brother Lava, creator of the flavor
Apache wrote the smooth on cut and they saved the part
For me to get mine 'cause they get theirs
Never nervous on stage, no butterflies in my stomach
'Cause I'm not scared, I just grab the mic and go for broke
And won't choke, and always provoke the crowd to get live and wild
Bringing a brand new style of rapping
Tell me if you're tipping or if you're tapping
Your feet to the beat that Mark programmed and slammed
Now can you understand? We like to jam, my man
Now how can I forget the Chill One, Rob G, Double J
Taheed, the great Ali Boski, huh