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The Mix Tape, Volume 2: 60 Minutes of Funk
01. Talkin' Shit
02. Clear My Throat
03. I'm Not Feeling You
04. Freestyle
05. How About Some Hardcore
06. Freestyle
07. Tour
08. Freestyle
09. Clear My Throat
10. Freestyle
11. Freestyle
12. Hip Hop Hooray
13. Uptown Anthem
14. How I Could Just Kill a Man
15. Time 4 Sum Aksion
16. Freestyle
17. Freestyle
18. Freestyle
19. Set It Off
20. Flashlight
21. Outstanding
22. Rising to the Top
23. Freestyle
24. Freestyle
25. Relax & Party
26. Crowd Participation
27. No Joke / Follow Me
28. Follow Me / Freestyle
29. Freestyle
30. Method Man
31. Freestyle
32. Freestyle
33. Blend
34. Freestyle
35. Release Yo Delf
36. Freestyle
37. Freestyle
38. Freestyle
39. Clear My Throat
40. Sucker MC's
41. Back to Life (However Do You Want Me)
42. Here We Go
43. Mona Lisa
44. Flex Outro
Yeah, yeah (Where you at?)
Uh, where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Das EFX)
Where you at? (EPMD)
Where you at? (Notorious)
Yo, yo

Ayo, bust the new layout, shit's way out
So come and get it and rock with it
Ayo, Flex, they don't know you once did it
The rhyme buster, bustin' 'til the end
Diggin' your back up on your set, now let me begin
Another new year, you know my crew's here to make the killin'
That's how we feelin', we trump tight and now we top billin'
It's the headliner, full-time shine
Riggedy-rockin' rough rhymes 'cause I'm out to get mine, so

Spread the word through your borough, I'm mad thorough
I'm just a rap superhero, you get zero

It ain't nothin', that's just how we do

International crew, the Hit Squad, we comin' through

Well, now, who this about to do this? Out the docks
Sly like a fox and you know my style rocks
Like heavy metal, hard to the core
So pass me the ball, yes, y'all, I bet I score
With the remedy, spittin', you better be on your toes
EPMD and Diggedy Das and Ak', that's how it goes
With the hardcore raps and facts, bats and gats
Bustin' lyrical caps to make your whole team collapse

Yo, the sky's the limit, watch me run through cheers like I'm Emmitt
Brothers don't get it like UFO visits
Who is it? Back to roll rugged like a Land Cruiser
Blunt abuser, chop my style with noose
Quickly, I could say a verse that'll burst
Every vessel in your brain cell muscle
I used to hustle under streetlights
Smokin' kryptonite in the Philly, my style is free like Willie

I be the booster boogie banger danger, who wanna do me?
Who be deep in the black Range but rock you in the hoopties?
Groovy bitches and snitches, they hate me with a passion
We laughin' at your squad yappin', ain't nothin' happenin'
Your ass'll get slashed like Duke from the rock group
I knock boots, giggity-got loot, but niggity, not soup
Knuckle up, I'll make your knees buckle up
Hook, jiggity-jab, hook, uppercut, what the fuck?

I'll jiggity-puff enough stuff to get the universe zooted
'Cause all I got is my niggity-nuts and my music
Das EFX, Big Up the Scratchy with the Lex
The God Divine, Smith, Dog, Dice, and Funk Flex

And we out, yo, Hit Squad, keep it
Live (Hit Squad, Hit Squad, Hit Squad)