Ultimate Force, Seville, Fat Joe, Saladeem - Oh Shit lyrics

Oh shit (Oh shit) oh shit
Pass the mic to Gizmo

Oh shit, comin' straight out the toilet
Take a rapper's rhyme that is fresh
Then I spoil it
Tear the mic to shreds, put heads to beds
You wanna battle me? Huh
You're better off dead
Or arrested, these rhymes are manifested
Hip-hop, that's what I'm infected with
Shit motherfucker bum bitch ass nigga snitch
Stitches and stitches and stitches
(and I'll fuck your) bitches
I'm from Godsville, I lounge with the Hill
163rd is the worst so you better chill
Rest in Forest projects, give respect
Take you out in a sec, catch wreck
'Cause, I'm packed with a Tec-
9 mill, yeah, I shoot to kill
So be still 'cause I'm ill
Prepare to write your will
Motherfucker suckers who try to sound legit
Get flushed down the toilet just
Like a pile of shit oh shit (Oh shit)
Oh shit pass the mic to Saladeem

The rhyme is hard and I wrote you a part
From the beginnin' to the endin'
I send my regard
To those who wanna dare, tell 'em what I said
Half of y'all will leave
But leave mentally dead
You're no good as a man
You're no good as a fan
And you're definitely no good with
The mic in your hand
A true king's power rests behind the dome
But, I'ma leave all that king stuff alone
I'm a self made gettin' paid lover of rap
And I could crush the world in a finger snap
I eat MC's like a cannibal
Attack 'em like an animal
Take down whole empires like Hannibal
You don't want no beef
And that's very understandable
MC's can't stand me, censors wanna ban me
No matter what you say or do
My fans demand me!

(Damn, Saladeem is wicked)

Oh shit (Oh shit) oh shit
Pass the mic to Fat Joe

I'm the Fat Gangsta, the head honcho
My name is Fat Joe, never call me Pancho
Solid as a rock, bigger than a bolder
Y'all just one name that I put in my folder
Labeled a loser, 'cause I choose to
Beat that ass so bad people
Call me the bruiser
I'm sharp as barbwire, I wear fresh attire
You get lit up just like a forest fire
So stop sweatin' me and jump off my jock
I mean my jimmy, my tip, my dick, my cock
My lines are humorous, so use some laughter
Your rhymes are played out
You old whipper snapper call me a thug
The color I'm wearin' is black
My rhymes are dope
They stimulate you like crack
Not a myth, not a fifth
See I'll get you open
You be on a mission to him
My rhymes are- they're smokin'

(Damn, motherfuckers is gettin'
Wicked on this that nigga Fat Joe word)

Oh shit (Oh shit) oh shit
Pass the mic to Seville

Swift dialect, so select this selection
Previous cuts were practice, yeah
This is perfection
Think that my last jam pertained the skill
Well that was simply just a fraction of me
Seville
Doin' what I'm doin' till it's finally done
Jams are hittin' number one
Demolish rappers for fun
To engage is execution, so don't engage!
Results Daily News front page
MC's been slayed
Pushin' piles of power, perfectly I prevail
You got yourself into this
So stop bitin' your nails
Heard a previous performance on
A practice tape
Said we were wack and you could take us
Now you try to escape
Fleeing is impossible, you try to get away
But, if you get past me
You'll get smashed by Jay
Jazzy's no joke, justifiably invincible
No jokin' no hopin', serious with me, Seville

Here we go oh shit (Oh shit)
Oh shit pass the mic to Master Rob

Now I'm a poet excellent, here to represent
That rappin' is my occupation
In my pockets there's a mint
'Cause by the crowds I draw
And the money they spend
Just to see me rock a show at any extent
Now I will devastate and then I'll terminate
Any rapper that's blind the time will create
And when I go on tour the crowds will endure
The Master Rob craze for that ain't no cure
So now I activate my style at any rate
Then I say this funky dope
Rhyme that comes out great
'Cause, I'm a smooth operator
The female devastator
If you think I'm rockin' now
Just wait until later opportunity has come
I'm reachin' new heights
I'm the newest superstar with my
Name up in lights
'Cause when I do a show, it's not a crowd
It's a mob and all the girls are screamin'
Out, "We love you, master Rob!"

Yo, that shit was crazy dope, youknowmsayin'?
(Thank you, thank you, thank you)
Dope, youknowmsayin'?
Yo, what the fuck, am I here by myself?
(Oh shit)
Motherfuckers standin' lookin' at me
(Fuck you)
Fuck me? Fuck me, you know what I'm sayin'?
Oh shit, youknowmsayin'?
You know what I'm talkin' about
Smells like pussy to me, youknowmsayin'?
I don't give a fuck
We ain't worried bout this
Gettin' on the radio, youknowmsayin'?
Like the other
What's that shit called, freestyle?
We ain't worried 'bout them shit's
Gettin' on the radio
'Cause this shit's gon be stupid underground
Youknowmsayin'? (Oh shit)
My man Saladeem, peace to my man Seville
Peace to my man Gizmo and peace
To my man Fat Joe youknowmsayin'?
And Diamond D cuttin' shit up and here we go