Strapped

—	Yo, man! You hear that? You hear that shit, man?

[Madlib:]
Y'all niggas like, ‘What the fuck is this? Damn!
Hey, look at this! What kinda luck is this?’
Uh, Madlib and Dilla is the illest, my nigga,
Only haters holler, they can't feel us.
Niggas wanna get looser than we,
But just gon’ be a loser to me and Dilla, ha!
Killa, talkin’ ‘bout how you peal caps but, nigga, you softer than a pillow,
Backslapin' ya neck while you covered in rack,
‘Cause you bluffin’ and you ain't said nothing too spec.
That nigga always lyin’!
Pass the weed! Anyway, I'm straight high off the trees,
Your girl don't wanna lie, she just wanna get on her knees.
Turn it up, y'all niggas must be outta ya head
If your system ain't up to the red.

—	Yo! What was that you said right there? What was that?

[Madlib:]
It’s the lead way, instant replay, instant relay,
Instant MC, producer, and DJ.
I do this shit without a cell beeper or three-way.
You comin’ off like like a G-ay.
Anyway, ay! Peace to A.G,
Peace to Pete Rock, Diamond D, peace to Seiji!
Oh, shit, look at that! Oh, that nigga wild light, wild life, Hannibal, cannibals.
What else?
Um, male fascists, womanizers, nymphos, niggas in disguises.
Ah, what else? Fine women that like pretty women,
Some ass women, some titty women.
Mostly shitty women!
Y'all niggas must be outta ya head
If your system ain't up to the red.

Yo, get ready!
Let’s go!