Ba-bom, boom, aoowww, heh
   I'm blast the cold blast, I'm back to cold blast
   *scratch* from the Squad tower
   (Yo don't erase that intro!)
   *whistling*
  
   Chorus: repeat 4X (with variations and Hit Squad shoutouts)
  
   I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
   The PMD the mic's my only friend
  
   repeat Chorus
  
   Verse One: PMD
  
   I grab my cordless like my nigga DJ Scratch is on the cut
   Hit Squad on live, PMD's like what (what?)
   I'm too rough, gettin snuffed all in the cut
   Get with the rugged raw shit, catch a nigga in the gut
   Cause I'm Blass and niggaz ass stay gear with the Hilfiger
   Timberland boots, Rolex, whip a Benz
   So throw your hands up in the air like you don't care
   Chickenheads swingin from chandeliers in they underwear
   That's that b-boy shit, grab your big dick
   Crack a 40, spark an L and get bent shit
   Three eighty by the hip in case a nigga slip
   Don't like beefs or jealousy fucks?
   It's mass confusion niggaz losin by the minute tryin to win it
   But thanks to hip-hop, yo Scratch spin it
  
   Chorus 1/2
  
   Verse Two:
  
   Yippie-yi-yay, yippy-yo, it's the, slow-flow mechanic
   Mass confusion is crusin just start to panic
   and you don't stop, got the Hit Squad backin me
   Spark your L's, honies sip your daquiri
   Ask for P, my mission in to get richer and
   lost my other half but I still got my Fisherman
   hat, it ain't over til the fat chickenhead catch
   wreck, snap that bitch neck
   I show and prove niggaz best to move slow
   The P the Mic Doc (c'mon) the micraphone's my only
   friend, can't even trust nobody
   Cause next thing you know I'm fuckin bustin somebody
   My shadow got my back and that's the way it goes
   Keep my eyes out for foes and remain on my tippy toes
   Respect my flows then release it for the brothers
   One to hundreds, the fuckin certified top gunners
   I keep a close knit quick to roast click
   Bout to pull shit, a few dimepieces if the hoes fit
   It don't quit, it don't stop, and never will and
   so kill it, I'm strictly hardcore so you can see it
  
   Chorus
  
   *shouts, DJ Scratch on the cut, misc.*