Unite Lyrics

Goin off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
     I've got the ill technique so you know me fe well
     We be kickin bass all up in your face
     And when it comes to beats well I'm the rhythm ace
     Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps
     I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac
     So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye
     I got to do my thing and that's no lie
     Well ice is cold and fire is hot
     When it comes to competition we've got them locked
     U.N.I.T.E.
     A little shout to Ian and little Zoe
     One can wonder why but can't deny
     If we could work it out it would be so fly
     We'll never know unless we try
     So tell me party people what's your zodiac sign
     Breakdancers of the world unite

     BBoys of the world unite
     I went inside the deli and my man's like what
     I write the songs that make the whole world suck
     I need to break it down every chance I get
     So "Ssshhh we keep it raw on the set"
     Automation circulation
     This is for the people all around the nations
     I got books with hooks and it looks like rain
     Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane
     Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us
     I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust
     If you got bad breath then maybe try scope
     And if you wash your ass you best use soap
     People of the world you realize
     We got to get together and harmonize
     I feel I'm comin down with the bugallo flu
     Ravers of the world unite

     We're the scientists of sound
     We're mathematically puttin' it down
     When lightning strikes best grab a ground
     Got to get up to get down

     I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak
     Technique 1200's I'm known to freak
     I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece
     I wear permanent press so I'm always creased
     Mike D with the rump shakin action
     Do it like this for the intergalaction
     I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible
     I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual
     Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew
     In money makin it's how we do
     I be smokin roaches in the vestibule
     In the next millennium I'll still be old school (Ron)
     HIGH ROLLER BIG BALLER
     I call em crullers but you know they're called CRAWLERS
     We keep it movin to the broad daylight
     BGirls of the world unite alright
     Keep it on and on