[Intro: Ant Banks]

"Ah yeah you know what I'm sayin'
Ant Banks kickin' it wit the boy Spice 1
Comin' at your dome, hey Spice let it be Known"

[Verse 1: Spice 1]

Spice 1 with the 31 flavors
I be takin' my time so the suckers catch my vapors
On the dope track, rollin' like a Mack 10
I'm a fool when I'm fu***n' with a fifth a gin
Fly, into the a** of a beat like a buckshot
So damn dope I could be sold up on a drug spot
This is a section of my many styles
But my direction is to take mc's for many miles
So, Peter Piper packed a perfect pickle peter
Well, I pack the mutha fu***n' milimeter
Where, in my trunk with the bump and the funk slam
Another brother like me sayin' god damn
Fact 1 I'm insane to the fu***n' brain
Open up my mind and blast like it's a hurricane
Your in front of a firin' squad
And my job, is just to let it be known
Let it be known

[Verse 2: Spice 1]

Rolling up past a junkie in my Delta '88
With 2a's in my lap, and my aim is kind of straight
Lots of static up in my rhyme, b*****s clingin' up to my noun
Gettin' dope like a kilo or an ounce or a pound
Bitin' up on my rhymes tell me how much you can chew up
N***a up in the rearview with his brains col' blew up
I am not the one or the two or the three'a
I be what is known as S-P-I-C-E
Let it be known, yeah
Let it be known

[Verse 3: Spice 1]

Dope, how mutha fu***n' funky can a n***a get
Comin' wit the s**t ya can't f**k wit
After the murda I'm a step and then I couldn't see ya
Lockin' him up inside my mind, like in Santa Ria
187 mutha fucka
Kickin' that funky s**t ya just can't get enough of
Spice, the n***a that's icy like a popsickle
Hard as a nickel mutha fuckas act fickle
Bet yet it tickle, cause the nine got the back side
So I kick 'em so the bullet take 'em for a ride
On a long trip, get in your s**t and dip
187 up in the tape deck wit the muder s**t
Takin' a ship to the dome
Spice 1 is up in the house muther f****are, so let it be known
Yeah muther f****are, let it be known

[Verse 4: Spice 1]

4-1-5 was my hood that's where I'm from b***h
Black steel is my brother, f**k wit me you'll get dissed
Boom boom to the head now your body numb
I'll punk you out and slap your b***h and get a fifth a rum
There you are all your casualties
That's what you get you f**k the 1-8-7 Faculty
I'm a fool to my bone that's what's goin' on
My boy got static so I used this mobile telephone
It was busy so I hng up and called twice
He said who is it I said it's M. C. Mutha fu***n' Spice
He told me someone sold my boy up like some col'd slaw
Pack your nine I'll pump the beat up in the Jaguar
I push the brakes and smash the gas and started smokin' s**t
Picked up my phone and called my posse from the Okland b***h
Shot to the city like a nine to the boat yard
We chopped him up and sent his fingers wit the postcard
Think I'm insane, no I'm just a little senile
And plus I'm caught up in this muther fu***n' freestyle
And all you suckers must'a had a fu***n' Pay Day
Nutty to f**k with S-P-I-C-E on any day
I'm so insane that my mind is gone
Check it out muther f****are, let it be know
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