Full Contact (Dirty Version)

[Intro: talking]

It seems to me, that all this talking and stuff is getting us nowhere.

It's time for some action, you know what I mean. Positive reaction,

verbal action. I got to start frying these fools, man.

[Verse 1]

Yo, yo

If every action has it's opposite reaction

I want to see the opposite of wack MCs rapping

On some 58(?) recordless mics

They ain't even holding right

Hold on, let me light this dynamite (kablow)

Now they out of sight like space probes

I'm on some futuristic shit

They on some rerun episodes

We can take this to the crossroads and do it until we're done

Presto! and make that shit vanish like a sun

During an eclipse or at nightime when I write rhymes

With precise lines and a few hooks like fish lines

You little groupers want to swim with barracudas

After you're done faling off, there'll be more room for me to maneuver

Out of these Montreal sewers to doing tours

Worldwide. A lot of MCs never seen the other side

It seems like that shit's off limits like area 51

As I breach them perimiters with a verbal ????

[Chorus]

No holds barred, full contact

And it's a fact that you act lax

I make my people react when I be speaking over tracks

Yo, it's a shame that you have to get the axe

No holds barred, full contact

And it's a fact that you act lax

I make my people react when I be speaking over tracks

Yo, it's a shame that you have to get the axe

[Verse 2]

Fools need to stop, sit back, relax and face the facts

'Cause they ain't ready to do nothing with their skinny raps

My techs leaves theirs with an inferority complex

Then I deliver quicker than the snap suplex

It's useless, for you to put up a struggle

Consume your planet like bad actors or reduce it to rubble

My vision's like Hubble so I can see the big picture

Everytime I hear these suckers rap, they getting me sicker

'Cause that stuff is only fit for the shitter

They better off going back to passing out flyers and stickers

Licking spliffs with the family

Verbal shots at the enemy

Bunch of fools rapping now because they think it's trendy

They try to rapture the structure of the culture

Better start cutting through these punks like hot knife through butter

It's a like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

How many more of these fake MCs I have to take under

[Chorus]

[Talking]

Now I think it's time to knock these frauds right out of position. They

occupying space. That's our space.

[Verse 3]

You make the next 'scape to the netscape, aye

I'mma search for you with Excite

And then wipe out your website

Your weak rap ballards are getting tossed like salad

'Cause they invalid, to the one who strikes like steal mallards

Ain't having disrespect from other camps

Trying to stop my advance, but I stay firm like the horse stance

Your eyes are open, but you're still sleeping on duty

Those rhymes are dookie and were put together loosely

Load up, the vocal blaster 'cause I have to

Turn half ass rappers into out of work actors

'Cause they taking up too much space and precious air time

I gotta keep pusing them back like hairlines

Back of the line, 'cause you ain't yet paid your dues

And even though your sponser just gave you a new pair of shoes

That don't mean that you can rap

Matter of fact what you're doing is wack

And I'm about to fad this shit to black

[Chorus]

'Contact' [scratched]... 'React, you missing that when I sling this rap'

'Contact' [scratched]... 'React, you missing that when I sling this rap'