THE RAID
I.P.C. Lyrics

Brothers, do we got bass?
Asking if they have the equipment they need to succeed.

(Yes, we got bass)
Confirming that they are well prepared.

Too many busters out there on the streets
There are too many people causing trouble and need to be dealt with.

But before we go on, my name's Ridd, not Ren
Clarifying his name before proceeding.

It's me again, comin' out the lock-in
Introducing himself as a returning artist.

O.M.B., my brother, bring on the bass
Welcoming his bassist and continuing to express readiness.

There's dollars to be made and posses to waste
Acknowledging the potential for profit and highlighting the importance of their mission.

Pass by the hood to pick up the gat
Stopping by to grab their weapons.

Stop by the studio for the new track
Picking up a fresh new song to perform.

Q Ball rollin', 8 Ball in the pocket
Engaging in a game of pool before the performance.

Just bail on stage and pull the mic out the socket
Choosing to perform spontaneously and with a raw energy.

Boo-yaa dogs (woof!) locked on the canine
Referencing the group's name and their fierce energy.

It's '89, it's time to get mine
This is their year to take what's theirs.

This madness, you never had this
Their style is unique and unmatched.

Home of the O.G.'s (we threw out all the faggots)
Identifying their area as only for true OGs and excluding those who don't belong.

I'm pluggin' my microphone with full-equipped lyrics
He is fully prepared with exceptional lyrics.

MC's smell the smoke of my mic and they fear it
Other rappers can sense the danger of his ability and back down.

I'm known to be the hanger for the MC's I hang
He is on the same level with other great rappers.

I throw a riddle, it come back like a boomerang
His riddles are so sharp, even the people they're aimed at can't help continuing to engage.

We're not here to play
They are focused on their mission.

We're just here to spray
They are there to leave their mark.

This is a R.A.I.D.
This is their operation name and mission.

Everybody on the dance floor
Calling everyone to gather and participate.

If knowledge is power, then I'm muscle-bound
He understands that knowledge is strength, and feels strong to his very core.

Loc'ed out as a hound, I'm not down in a dog pound
He is ready for anything and cannot be caged.

Breakin' out, MC's start fakin out
Other rappers are starting to doubt themselves, while he is breaking out to success.

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., time to start takin out
Calling upon his fellow rappers to clear the scene of imposters.

MC's come and MC's go
Many rappers have come and gone.

For all the MC's that go is too slow for my .44
His skills are so advanced that many rappers cannot even compete.

I peel em at the frontdo'
He takes them out before they even have a chance to enter.

Then I drag em to the backdo'
He's disposing of the losers like trash.

Then I say, "You want some more, then say no more"
He is happy to beat them again if they want to challenge him.

(Why is that?) Because I'm just too hardcore
No one can beat him because he's too tough.

So you know Ridd packs a .44
He has a serious weapon on hand.

Bring on the rap jam and let's roll
They are ready to perform and make an impact.

(Put Riddler on the roof) cause I shoot the vics
The group needs him up high so he can spot trouble and shoot.

My mission was to shoot straight to the chicks
His goal is to clear the way for the women.

I filed a contract, not to confess
He knows how to keep things quiet and under wraps.

Found out that the buster had a bullet-proof vest
Finding resistance from opponents.

(So what did you do?) I had nothin' to say
He just had to take action.

Pulled out my Uzi and I started to spray
Fighting back with force.

Went to the morgue to identify his body
Checking that his enemy has been taken down.

(Yeah, that's him, movin' posse at the party)
Confirming the identity of his target.

I'm not prankster, word to Godfather, I'm a gangsta
He is no joker and belongs among the tough guys.

And this is the time I'd like to give thanks to
Acknowledging the teamwork that went into their success.

All my brothers for doin' it (their way)
Honoring their individual journeys.

Boo-Yaa, please, who can match?
Issuing a challenge to all other rappers.

Like a purse on Imperial (you will get snatched)
Just like valuable purses get snatched, they're taking everything they want.

And like a Camel in the county (you will get smoked)
Some will get taken down and choked out of the way.

And when the Riddler took the loco toll (that was loc'ed)
When he took charge, it was truly an epic success.

Check out O.M.B., my bassman, forget the turntable
Giving a shoutout to his bassist and prioritizing live music over turntables.

(Island) the name of my record label
Identifying the label that supports his art.

That's the reason my jams sound so hard
He's proud of how his hard work created excellent music.

Cause it's boomin' from a bailin' car
The sound he produces is loud and emanating from a fast car.

Down the boulevard and we don't stop
He's unstoppable and will only continue to grow.

Cause all you posses get mopped, get dropped
He takes down any opponents who cross his path.

We rock the party, steal all the ladies
They leave a lasting impression everywhere they go.

Since it's '89 we're in the Eighties
Acknowledging the time period they are in.

Hit me deuce times
Asking his partner to continue with two more rounds.

(Attention, all D.R.
Addressing members of his posse.

This is a R.A.I.D.)
Reiterating the name of their mission.

He-he-he-ha-ha
Laughing and celebrating their success.