[J-Ro]
  Back in the days, my pops said "Right on"
  (Right on, right on)
  All the street poets in the house, write on
  (Write on, write on)
  Black people, right on, right one
  (Right on, right on)
  All my niggas rollin Chevy's on deep-dish chrome, ride on ride on
  (Ride on, ride on)
  
  I still rock the party till the needle starts skippin
  I'm trippin like Pippen, Spice Rum sippin
  We're mentally fastest, head of all our classes
  You couldn't pass us wit a rocket like NASA
  We all up in the house like cocky-roaches
  Snatchin MC's out the game like hockey coaches
  Fuck it, I'll break you down like a bucket
  I like the bass hittin like a ?
  Close Encounters of the Likwit Kind
  I'm sick wit mine, writin rhymes on picket signs
  It's the J-R-O, you didn't know?
  Goin off in your face like a dirty pist-ol
  You in the house of brews, crime scenes wit no clues
  You walkin home bruised, confused wit no shoes
  YOU LOSE! Cuz you got the Dilated blues
  Here's some news, my DJ rock the mic and the one's and two's
  And I'm out
  
  [E-Swift]
  And I'm in
  My words are like swords cuttin the paper wit the pen
  Yo, Dilated could never be Annihilated
  I waited two albums too long , somebody violated
  We migrated to global positioning
  All the DJ's listenin, Babu mixin it
  *Babu Cut* "E-Swift" Yeah, the man, the myth
  I pass the mic to Evidence for the assist
  Then I'm ooouuut
  
  [Evidence]
  And I'm in
  My Appetite For Destruction will eat you up for dinn
  Yo only one meal, get sliced to four courses
  I'd take me serious, collect your man and forces
  I strictly run off select input
  Played yourself, don't have to shoot you in the foot
  Cuz you stepped outta bounds without making your rounds
  Now you come to my town
  Ask Rak (Yo you On Deadly Ground)
  These last four bars, I'ma heal all my scars
  I'm a underground cat but still like money and cars
  A Cali classic, that's my word, and my word's my bond
  Dilated Peoples, Alkaholiks, this joint's Right On
  
  [Tash]
  My homie King T told me "Big Tash, right on"
  So I'ma (right on, right on)
  To all my forty-downin homies in the house tonight
  (Right on, right on)
  To all the sexy-ass ladies if you feelin alright
  (Right on, right on)
  To my Dilated homies that be rippin the mic
  (Right on, right on)
  
  [J-Ro]
  Whether you writin or ridin, right on
  Fresh MC's must write on
  Even if you skateboardin, ride on
  Some of these freestylers need to write on like my homie Tash
  
  [Tash]
  I got my write on late at night
  Burst a verse until they flow right
  My rhymes be action-packed, I wrote these lyrics to a strobe light
  I'm Tashy, the flashy nigga jumpin out that fast shit
  Your rhymes won't impress me if you said em doin backflips
  I crack whips on phones, blow smoke out nose
  Niggas peepin out the style, hoes peepin the clothes
  A million flows off the slang, bizz-a-pow, bizz-a-bang
  Likwit crew is in this bitch, my click be off the chain
  Rap off the plane while crackin champagne
  Tash for president, you know my campaign
  First things first to get ya'll niggas off the street
  You get twenty-five years if you part wit wack beats
  You coulda came to Ev, you coulda came to Swift
  That's why we escalatin while ya'll niggas need a lift
  So give me two secs while I crack this Beck's
  And once I drop the mic, my nigga Rak is up next
  And I'm out
  
  [Iriscience]
  And I'm in
  I pick it up for everybody in the house that spins
  My name is Rakaa, innovator of rhyme communication
  Wit Data like Star Trek: The Next Generation
  It's Dilation, fan appreciation
  Connected nationwide, worldwide Likwidation
  Cali hard-hitters, we bump like car fenders
  (It's all chips) We only get boo's from bartenders
  Better be sure, aim high, we top gunnin
  When we touch down, we hit the ground runnin
  Feds pull strings and watch me like Truman
  But I can't front, I Love L.A. like Randy Newman
  
  [J-Ro]
  To all the homies locked up writin home, write on c'mon
  (Write on, write on)
  Grafiti artists around the world, write on c'mon
  (Write on, write on)
  To niggas rollin on Katanas, quickly ride on c'mon
  (Ride on, ride on)
  To all the women out there raisin kids alone
  Right on (right on) right on (right on)
  Yeah!
  
  "Broadcastin live from Southern California" [E-Swift]
  Where we at?
  "Broadcastin live from Southern California" *Cut up by Babs*
  
  Dilated Peoples
  "Represent wit Tha Liks"