"Pulled out my chewbacca dikk and the girl yelled out 'CHEWWWY'" -Psycho Les
Lightweight common had one of the most vicious verses of his life on that record:
[Common]
Picture a king
Wit heater, holy book, and big rings
Real nikkas doin big things
Interpreting dreams off of Jim Beam
Ain't shyt Sweet but Sixteens
My gods got the block sewn to the inseem
I'm on the other side tryin to get green
So I fast at grass and ass at least a day
War with self I battle the Middle Eastern way
Bring heat like the months that's east of May
Casted in the role and saw a new school nikka that knows the old
G memory I hold the scroll, my flow is a Road
Less Travelled, you rock but been through less gravel
My mystique suggest battle, and what have you
Rip a nikka from New York to west coast, Chicago
Don't give a fukk where he from
He'll get beat like a drum
Till this rap goes numb, seekin the hot producer for circu-lation
I strangled his string music and suffocate his drum
Wanted to be a star until I seen I was the sun
Got my weight up like Pun
Improvise to get ass, emphasize to get past
fukk a mic check, I bring my flow in cash