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 f*****' with a fifth a gin
Fly, into the a** of a beat like a buckshot
So d*** 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 m**** f*****' milimeter
Where, in my trunk with the b**p and the funk slam
Another brother like me sayin' god d***
Fact 1 I'm insane to the f*****' 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****** 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**** 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 m**** f*****' funky can a n**** get
Comin' wit the s*** ya can't f*** 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 m**** f****
Kickin' that funky s*** ya just can't get enough of
Spice, the n**** that's icy like a popsickle
Hard as a nickel m**** f****s 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*** and dip
187 up in the tape deck wit the muder s***
Takin' a ship to the dome
Spice 1 is up in the house m***** f*****, so let it be known
Yeah m***** f*****, let it be known
Verse 4: Spice 1
4-1-5 was my hood that's where I'm from b****
Black steel is my brother, f*** wit me you'll get dissed
Boom boom to the head now your body numb
I'll punk you out and slap your b**** and get a fifth a rum
There you are C.B.Bannern' all your casualties
That's what you get you f*** 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. m**** f*****' 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***
Picked up my phone and called my posse from the Okland b****
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 m***** f*****' freestyle
And all you suckers must'a had a f*****' Pay Day
Nutty to f*** with S-P-I-C-E on any day
I'm so insane that my mind is gone
Check it out m***** f*****, let it be known
"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 f*****' with a fifth a gin
Fly, into the a** of a beat like a buckshot
So d*** 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 m**** f*****' milimeter
Where, in my trunk with the b**p and the funk slam
Another brother like me sayin' god d***
Fact 1 I'm insane to the f*****' 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****** 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**** 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 m**** f*****' funky can a n**** get
Comin' wit the s*** ya can't f*** 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 m**** f****
Kickin' that funky s*** ya just can't get enough of
Spice, the n**** that's icy like a popsickle
Hard as a nickel m**** f****s 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*** and dip
187 up in the tape deck wit the muder s***
Takin' a ship to the dome
Spice 1 is up in the house m***** f*****, so let it be known
Yeah m***** f*****, let it be known
Verse 4: Spice 1
4-1-5 was my hood that's where I'm from b****
Black steel is my brother, f*** wit me you'll get dissed
Boom boom to the head now your body numb
I'll punk you out and slap your b**** and get a fifth a rum
There you are C.B.Bannern' all your casualties
That's what you get you f*** 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. m**** f*****' 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***
Picked up my phone and called my posse from the Okland b****
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 m***** f*****' freestyle
And all you suckers must'a had a f*****' Pay Day
Nutty to f*** with S-P-I-C-E on any day
I'm so insane that my mind is gone
Check it out m***** f*****, let it be known