(1st verse) I Fantasized about this back in Chicago mercy mercy me that mercy yalago thats me the first year that i blow how you say broke in Spanish
silly shit And I can see it in her eyes she was sick of this Let's see the sights, it's me tonight Let's leave him stuck home pacing Blowing up your
Until your bitches tell me, "Juvie, we ain't beefin' no more." Now, where the dope at? Paraphernalia? Give me twenty ki's before I kill ya Don't be makin' noise
and ducking shots with killers right in back of me I never had a choice, I never really spoke a lot I never had a voice until I started making noise
[Chorus] Oh, all around the World, theres an echo as he takes a bow And they all know all the girls, the boys they chase the noise through the highs and
dogs on me, [Verse 2] Boy, I'm the real McCoy, You little boys can't even fill voids, Party's over kids, kill the noise, Here come the kill joys, Me
sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and
It's Lord Finesse, the rhyme vet Like Bigge, I'm 'Ready to die', but it ain't my fucking time yet I bring the noise like static, I cause havoc When I
point and spray the area Niggas is quick to bury you, punk niggas feel inferior Guns make us superior, cats start acting scarier Situations get hairier, yo You know who killing
make the deal go through If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make yo' killings clean, slugs up in between they eyes, like "True Lies," kill
laugh with somebody We gon' break it down whether you like it or not I got a human beatbox goin block to block And we gon' kill that noise, chill dem
mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know You're not ready to rumble or test this Kill that noise! East coast *killer*, West coast *killer
's blow the spot and set the muthafucka on fire Aiyo let's turn the heat up (And set it on fire) Let's bring the noise my nigga (And set it on fire)
whacking niggas, I ain't never wanted no parts of this I don't ever wanna break, another heart for this Why the Devil gotta make it Why the Lord gotta make something that'll kill
And if they hurt me, I'll just close my eyes [KIM, GIRLS] And see they are not nice, they're mostly noise The movie in my mind they kill like men,
that snitch) And that goes out to all my drug slingaz Throw yo guns up.. and before you bring em down let 6 rounds bust Blah blow blah blow I'm the fear
me 'cause I'm an original thug jealous of a nigga 'cause I got these figures money don't mean A gotdamn thing we can go toe to toe blow for blow
And when I rhyme a funky rhyme Till my throat is sore When I rhyme till you just can't take no more You disagree? Kill the noise 'Cause you know I can