You need to sh-shut the fuck up..
{*scratching in background "Shut da fuck up"*}
Wha wha - Yea, yea
What, what - Beatminerz baby
Jean Grae, A.B. emcee, stay out
Yea take that, shut da fuck up
Know what I'm talkin about

[Verse 1: Apani B. Fly]
I design
This rhyme in my shrine where miracles happen, scheme
World domination, snatch Queens, next Manhattan
So hold the Latin Quarter, behold the prophecy. I’m levi-
-tating on water, demonstrating something properly
The A to the B, there can only be one
Freeze time through the needle when my vinyl gets spun
Get respect ‘cause I earn it, first time learn it, with the keys
Sissies, flip the file, reverse and invert it, spray
And burn it like I’m holding aerosol to a brick wall
Tag my name indelibly so my legend won’t fall. Apani
Y’all, yes, yes, the rest are powerless to assass-
-inate the queen, I’ll strike and shut ‘em down like gravity

[Verse 2: What? What? (AKA Jean Grae)]
Who stays spitting
Flows that get underground groupies and cats pissed? Jean
Blacklisted from shows, the rap antagonist. I roll
With ladies with brains twisted and talking loud as shit
Liquor-ridden, fire-spitting women who’ll knuckle your bitch
You troubling whips, niggas rent, can’t afford a six, crash
And when the cops come, you’ll find me hurling a fifth. We got
No dough, frozen wrists, or Cris’. Guns’ll bust when wind blows
My fist could knock holes though, nigga
Witty as shit, gritty as hell, pretty as fuck
Dirty as motherfuckers who actually fuck their mothers—what?!?
If you don’t like it, then don’t listen but don’t talk
I’ll run up in your prom with cans of blood on the catwalk. I ain’t playing
Have you standing there bloody, dripping. They’re laughing
‘Cause it’s all your fault. Shut the fuck up!

[Bridge: Samples with Scratches by DJ Evil Dee]
“So you wanna see how good you are?”
“It’ll just take me to show ya”

[Hook: Apani B. Fly, What? What? (AKA Jean Grae), and Sample with Scratches by DJ Evil Dee]
[Apani B. Fly and (Sample with Scratches by DJ Evil Dee)]
Now all you niggas wanna
Talk about (“Shut da fuck up!”) stank-hoopy bitches and your
Bank accounts (“Shut da fuck up!”), a bunch of shit nobody
Care about (“Shut da fuck up!”), you silly chickens love to
Run your mouth (“Shut da fuck up!”). Yo, shut da fuck up!
[What? What? and (Sample with Scratches by DJ Evil Dee)]
Now what these bitches wanna
Talk about? (“Shut da fuck up!”) These strippers turned to rappers
Coming out (“Shut da fuck up!”). Who write your shit? You say
It’s you, I doubt (“Shut da fuck up!”). You silly niggas love
To run your mouth (“Shut da fuck up!”). Yo, shut da fuck up!

[Verse 3: Apani B. Fly]
This is
Real-life rap these niggas not ready for, no posing
And crap. Beg your pardon, por favor. Superior
Orator cave jaws like Thor soon as
I drop some thunder shit, greedy niggas want more
Run the play-by-play, tackle cats like a fullback, it’s a
Dangerous game—come strong or get your skull cracked
Black teeth, raise the thermostat, collapse rival formats
Dodge traps like the clap, do it for all ghetto blacks
Stand firm like I’m cemented, Jean Grae my comrade
Enter the Dragon, we demented, sick, and highly complemented
Slick with it, star figures, acid-laced hallucigenics
We fire-spitting bitches, disregard the bullshittings

[Verse 4: What? What? (AKA Jean Grae)]
You niggas stay
Running your mouth, teeth with shit dripping off
Bottomed-out, permanent south, some bitter cats, so fuck y’all
We hot on wax, we hot on stage
My tongue’s a twelve-gauge, lips uzis, spray the page. Y’all some
Click-n’-drag niggas, chatroom with fag niggas
Backpack and bag niggas, play body and tag niggas. We rap’s
Best when we step in the ring—get knocked before
The first bell—hell with the clock. We dirty, biatch! (We drunk)
Apani tree’d up, chilling and speed G up
Y’all industry skeed niggas snorting the whole ki up
And still won’t sign us, they rhyme but minus the clothes
Please, y’all just the Johns for these hoes, so shut da fuck up!

[Hook: Apani B. Fly, What? What? (AKA Jean Grae), and Sample with Scratches by DJ Evil Dee] (x2)
[Apani B. Fly and (Sample with Scratches by DJ Evil Dee)]
Now all you niggas wanna
Talk about (“Shut da fuck up!”) stank-hoopy bitches and your
Bank accounts (“Shut da fuck up!”), a bunch of shit nobody
Care about (“Shut da fuck up!”), you silly chickens love to
Run your mouth (“Shut da fuck up!”). Yo, shut da fuck up!
[What? What? and (Sample with Scratches by DJ Evil Dee)]
Now what these bitches wanna
Talk about? (“Shut da fuck up!”) These strippers turned to rappers
Coming out (“Shut da fuck up!”). Who write your shit? You say
It’s you, I doubt (“Shut da fuck up!”). You silly niggas love
To run your mouth (“Shut da fuck up!”). Yo, shut da fuck up!