Young Zee, Busta Rhymes, KRS-One - Milk lyrics

Milk is an expression of dopeness heh HEH
KRS-One in the place to be

HEY! Ha hah
Yo, Busta Rhymes in the place (That's right)
Ohhhh! (It's me again boy)
Yo check me out, hey - YO! (And I'm back)
To my mannnnnnn, by the name of Young Zee
(yeah, that's me)
And the whole Outsidaz crew
(That's my niggas)
What the fuck you wanna do? Hah, hey
(yeah YEH)
Young Zee! (Check me out) Destroy the par-ty!

Most the rappers in this party, tape sorry
I can beat they style if I kick rastafari
Hey bumba claat bwoy, run your? on
Yeah, the Outz be illin with KRS-One

And you can't rhyme, you're off time
You can't do, what the Young Zee do
He's not the one (I'm not the one) bo! (yeah)
Jah wanna tell you he's not the one
(I'm not the one) come again come again
You can't rhyme, you're off time
(and) you can't do, what the Young Zee do
He's not the one (I'm not the one) bo!
Jah wanna tell you he's not the one
Come again come again come again come again

Yeah, I'm not the one to try
To test from the door
I start whoopin niggas ass
With extension cords, pow
It's Young Zee, I get high off iz
And Make the Music With My
Motherfuckin Mouth like Biz
Zee rip apart all cliques that got heart
Make em talk into my boot like Maxwell Smart
And I send clicks that try to diss me
(To the motherfuckin East Blackwards)
Like X-Clan you SISSY!
Bust up the jam and feel no guilt
And that's why motherfuckers call me Milk

Ye yeah! One time for your mind
All aboard! Yeah yeah
You fuck with me, I set up your family
Start the car moms, a bomb's in the Camry
Who Zee? Me I put the crews in the floozy
Do em like Jackson
Sweep em up by the twozies
No brain Brings the Pain like Tical
When I get buckwild and move
My dial on your style
You kick the Mafia "can't be hit" stories
While I get your main -censored- the bores me
(Give me a?) by anyone that tags a hit
I'ma beat the streets crossin out
They shit like Spitz
Zee? rules this train, H Town
This is my town
Booty-ass rappers like you bring my high down
So when I rock give me props and hugs
'less we throwin on the boxin gloves
Then watch a whole damn click get kilt
Lyrically by the nigga they be callin Milk


Ha hah! yeah one time for your mind
Yeah yeah, I'm Zee from the Outsidaz

And you can't rhyme, you're off time
You can't do, what the Young Zee do
I'm not the one (he's not the one) bo! (yeah)
Jah wanna tell you he's not the one
(I'm not the one) come again come again
You can't rhyme, you're off time
You can't do, what the Young Zee do
I'm not the one (he's not the one) bo!
Jah wanna tell you he's not the one
Come again come again come again come again
Yeah

Outsidaz (Outsidaz outsidaz) outsidaz
Outsidaz outsidaz! (It's the) Outsidaz!
Fresh, for nineteen-ninety-six
You ssssssssssssssssssssssssssuckers!