My Name Is - Specman, King Just, Fes Taylor

Yo yo yo yo aiyo.

Fire in the skies, you see the devil in my eye

Control the block, metal on my side

Outside in front of 240 I post up

Fiends you want what?

Hurry up before the D’s roll up

Hand-to-hand handlin' grams and grands

Scramblin' rocks wrapped in Siran, opium from Japan

Barrels of dope from Africa, got the feds after us

But we move state to state, they can’t capture us

Coke from Cuba smuggled on boats from Bermuda

When I pop off, stay close to the shooter (yeah)

Stray bulelts slaughter the innocent, I plead innocence

And I blow trees when I’m in the pens

I got, weed imported from Mexico

My connect in Texas, we do business in the bathroom of a Texaco

Specs got lips for days

Fes Taylor got some bitches in the backseat with dick in they face

My crimes, my pain, my woes, my reign

My brain is stained, my time is changed

My code, that’s how I changed the game

Made me who I am (My name is… Fes!)

You don’t like me?

Fuck you!

Buck me 'fore I buck you

My click come through, run through

bare knuckle boxer on pay per view

Lot of MC’s pop shit but what you gon' do?

Populace, split ya shit like one-two

Who you gon' run to?

This white boy’ll sun you

Not Em, it’s Specs, no jokes it’s just Tecs

Wear a vest?

I don’t shoot through ya chest

I aim at ya head and ya neck, then ya kneecaps is next

That’s fun, cuz the pain’s more intense

I shock kids so I could say it in my rhymes

The rest did arraigned and attained for some time

Changin' the game and I’m takin', it’s mine

You wanna rap, geek?

Where’s the rap sheet to coincide?

My crimes, my pain, my woes, my reign

My brain is stained, my time is changed

My code, that’s how I changed the game

Made me who I am, my name is… Specs!

Yo yo.

Listen here, pioneer, let me make things clear

Any spaced out rappers I’ll blow out the atmosphere

We are Borg and I came to assimilate

Violate, annihilate, vindicate and get it straight

And once and for all, I’ll give it to y’all

And shit on ya name like a bathroom stall

Number 1 draft pick without the b-ball

And the bigger they come, the harder they fall

If I was in ya era I’d still be a terror

The only nigga that could beat me is standin' in the mirror

You’d hear me clearer without the interferer

If I was in the woods fightin' a bear, help the bear

He’s what’s up!

And you?

You not

Ya old school like Rocky Johnson, I’m more like The Rock

The people’s eyebrow, the people’s elbow

Can anyone fuck with the Just?

Hell no!

You replied, and And if they said they did they lied

Resistance is futile, y’all all should comply

A giant in the kid’s eye, a shootin' star at the sky

And if you believe, you could fly

I guess this is why you wanna test His Royal High

Like my throats won’t hang-glide and tear out ya inside

Dickrider, how dare you lay ya vocals after mine!

That’s a bitch move, na na, show and prove

That I’m the best thing on CD, tapes and wax

Cuz my old gym teacher ain’t supposed to rap

Keep on, nigga, choke on, nigga

You’re a butter knife in rap, I’m a four-fifth trigger

How you figure that you could see the likes of Optimus?

All them other cats you had down here, I’m the opposite

I deposit shit, you the money, I’m the bank

You the weed, I’m the Dutch, you the car, I’m the tank

You the old, I’m the new, you the bold, I’m the few

That come through and do what we do, I rep Who You

Face it, back to the basics

My shit is upgraded and Reloaded like The fuckin' Matrix

My crimes, my pain, my woes, my reign

My brain is stained, my time is changed

My code, that’s how I changed the game

Made me who I am (I'm J-U-S)