Texty:
Know The Score Swing Em Like You Got Em

hell, you plays back, your tape's ill Show me just exactly what it is you want, I give you what we got We got flow, we got soul, we get off, a lot So

Venoms) All you real live[..] put your hands up And all you fake[..] put em down We don't clown, Venoms and Shaq step to you in a flash Break like glass

But here's to the future, 20/20 Three eyes wide, I can still see Ali Say I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Now I float like a brother's high, swing like

'll kick it You came up short tryin to say you was a scholar The way you school and clock big dollars But now you're lookin like you're all dried up Bailin

So all you bad looking girls that like me We can swing this, let's do the right thing like Spike Lee I'm the one you demand for, skills is enhanced more You know

the ball bounce I'ld lampin, so you know I can't fall From Strong Island, still buckwhylin, stylin Profilin, eatin at City Island Now you know the real score

ritos Yes we knows our shit is flavor In battle, I rip it, and niggaz hectic after I flipped the script like a dyslexic actor You're no factor I got the

like I'll be swinging my machete tonight The jungle floor's like a rug, if you don't mind the bugs At least you know that all of them bite I got my

One] [Rakaa Iriscience] Three eyes wide, I can still see Ali say I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Now I float like a brother's high, swing like