(Electronic Beeping noice for about 20 seconds)

We on a brand new page. ("Uh.") Millennium days,
desperation on the streets gotta find a new way
Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds
Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
I'm in these streets like a ghost
The air-jettin' artist
To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man

f/ Busta Rhymes, Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliot

Violator makin' you sweat

Violator we doin' our thing

Violator we bringin' the pain
Violator we doin' our thing

Violator we bringin' the pain

Violator we makin the stand

Violator we doin' our thing

Uh, check it out now

Uh, yeah yeah now

Uh, check it out now

Uh, no doubt yo

[Q-Tip]

You such a thang, a sexy little thang

"Awwwwwwww. Looky here, looky here, looky here!
You out the frame with it. You off the chain with it.
You out the frame with it. Woman, woman..."

You got your girlfriend around ya.
No wonder she surround you. Look at you.
Your brown eyes pierce just like a knight,
make afella think real hard about the rest of his life.
The whole *shit* is strange. I'm really thinkin' brains

[Q-Tip]
"Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all serious...
I'd love to be serious but... effortless shit.
Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm.
Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero.
Make the shit get loud-a. Even more in my headphones loud-a.
Uh. Sweetheart, shake yo' ass cheeks.
Bust it. Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm."

We gon' knock it down and put this

f/ Jessica Rivera

[Jessica Rivera]

"Hmmm, so you're the one they're talkin' about.

Let me see if this is real."

[Q-Tip]

When I do it, eyes lookin' at me when the

music should be the only thing you see. It's the

score to a cinematic oddity. Lettin'

off shit, hit your ass repeatedly. Acro-

batic, wha. I'll pull something through your chest-piece.

N.T.

[Q-Tip]
for real though who really got sent
flown on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window
bird chest niggas witcha (winderous fearaf?)
fuck around you'll be (hemps meat) inside of a meal sack
puny little bucks better hit the jake
but that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within
you cramped up you and your team I'm amped up
and you asses can't dib me bead

Brand new truck, butter soft seat
Four point somethin with a low ride somethin
Ain't nothin better than to ride out the hood with it
Who lookin better and damn you lookin good in it
Take a chance with a nigga in a choice ride
Listen to the CDs I play inside
Mos Def, Jay, Prince, and Stevie
Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin, and Biggie
And when the evening is over love

Take you (higher)
Hit you (higher)
Make you (higher)
Hit you (higher)
Take you (higher)

I don't know what to make of this
Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous
I guess I really gotta do it
Put my game down
?????? fucking blew it
Put my name down
And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong
Figured out a lot, you won't be that way long

[Q-Tip]
now picture this a man wit his whole thing in order
movin through life at will he ill
he make his own teeth growl wit his generous style
but he still no joke wit his wisdom and smile
givin pounds all around no need to act foolish
enjoy the time no need to get toolish
i spit it out wit the general feelin that
once u vibe wit it then you keep on comin back

End of time we are running outits all gonna endwe are running outend of time

Uh uh uh uh uh get up
Uh uh for real uh uh
Come on
Ummah, Ummah, Ummah, Ummah

[Q-Tip]
A hard time if your motion is still
Let me move some things around because the lyrics is ill
Abstract..you know my stiggidy in here [yeah]
Niggaz get on and swear it's they fuckinyear
But yo your girl just moved
to the joint in the club, in the car if it groove [uhh]
Broad look, the movement is on

Q-Tip:

Just feelin' things out for real, ya know?

Just wanna do me for real, ya know?
No reason to make it complicated, you feelin' agitated,

You love it or you hate it鈥uck it

Desperation, jumpin' off of street corners here

Hustlahz lookin for buzz like "pop one in here"

Local state officials鈥⌦㜱㬰.yeah they out of touch

* Bonus song after "End of Time"

"For real. E'rybody's a star, e'rybody shine ("Shine. Shine. Shine...")

Follow your heart and not mankind. ("Kind. Kind. Kind...")

For real, for real. I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. Said everybody
shine. C'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here spittin' for y'all.

f/ Korn

Q-Tip:

Just feelin' things out for real, ya know?

Just wanna do me for real, ya know?

No reason to make it complicated, you feelin' agitated,

You love it or you hate it…fuck it

Desperation, jumpin' off of street corners here

Hustlahz lookin for buzz like "pop one in here"

Local state officials….yeah they out of touch

Uh, check it out now
Uh, no doubt now
Uh, yo, check it out now
Uh, no doubt, yo

Special girl, real good girl
Biggest thing in my itty bitty world
Called her up and she made me feel right
Wish bliss could never take flight
Sittin back with this mic in my hand
Spittin hot shit tryin to see grand
Imprinted on my mind every minute
Make my plans and you always in it, yo

(Chorus)

[Q-Tip]
Shocka called me up to do this thing for Soundbombing
And I figured that I'd do it cause it wasn't no harmin'
Shine a little bit in case somebody was forgettin'
About that Queens motherfucker, y'all need to take cover
I'ma take position and y'all best to take sha-hida
Cause the shit that I spit is hot as hellfire, hotter
Sendin' this to Cross, Meniski, and Bay Vigi