#1 CREW Lyrics

I slam on the microphone

I'm about to stomp this

Big L classic heat

I'm going to spark this

Joint that Yoda just rolled

What you know about

The Neighborhood going for gold

Oh no, you suppose to be the boss

But can't take the loss

So you can't face the L

But it's blown across

By the Six Three One Illitia

Long Island's enigma

Can't name me a band

That's iller and sicker

Neighborhood crew

Never never never number two

Only number one

See us come they run

Clever worded mother fuckers

With windpipes like a hot knife

Just to make this shit tight

Hope all my rhymes feel like spite

And offend you, cause my pen's

My utensil to end you

My words grab hold and suspend you

In my grips making more hits

Then scripts doctors flip bitch

I'm sick I'm twisted

Like politicians running the system

Infect your drinking water

Like we infect the rhythm

The neighborhood forms as one comin together

Cause a fuckin storm like we control the weather

Swarm to perform while we feeling reborn

Unloading on the mic like a strike from Mike Tyson

Frightening titans of this industry, go fuck yourself

Nicely precisely right about now

Cause we'll make these fucking waves

Through the underground

The neighborhood is number one

We rock ya fucking town

The KMC be killing microphones correctly

Neighborhood's Finest keep cookin flows of intense heat

Have you run a fever of over a hundred-eight degrees

Still mother fuckers wanna sweat the technique

We just getting started haven't nearly reached the peak

Mick shits bars, mixes and master produces

Worm spits ballistics shit, this kid is ruthless

Yoda's wits the wickedest and precision be the smoothest

We out to be the next best best to do this

So now I ask who the number one crew is

If not the Neighborhood please then who is

What a dog shit opinion clearly you're clueless

I make your ears bleed cause my bars so sharp

Take your head clean off when Micken rips the record up

We keep raising the bar on each track we drop

So long as there's a fucking hip to my hop

Neighborhood reign ain't never coming to a stop

Most important rest in paradise to Big L the god

And every other dope MC who's entered the graveyard