B-boy Punk Rock 2001

Check it out y'all
Check it out y'all
Check it out y'all

Whitey Ford
Check it out y'all
X-Ecutioner style
Check it out y'all

Emcee am I, people call me Ev
When I'm bustin' up the party, hear my engine rev
With high resolution in the late pm
X-Men scratch the beat while I drop this gem

Got tints on my windows, so you can't see in
Pack it up, pack it in, baby, once again
Ain't no way to check me
No way to wreck me

And shit gets hectic if you disrespecting
Stiller than night, I'ma see my light
On the top of the Marquee kid, bill me right
You know it ain't right but yo it's okay
'Cause see this type of shit happens everyday

You see this type of shit happens everyday
You know this type of shit happens everyday

It goes one for the thugs, two for the chickens
Peckerwood stats classic, like slim pickins
Fuck the Democrats and Republicans
Got all your cars bouncin' like a bunch of Mexicans

Porter rock style, I'll touch you like Tony
You claim to keep it real but still comin' out phony
It's just one emcee and four DJ's
Give us six turntables and a mic to blaze

I'ma said it like Pun in the house of fun
I burn hotter than the heat, that's made by sun
Got a gun, ain't a Uzi but it weighs a ton
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001

It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001

World keeps spinnin'
X-Men keep winnin'
X-Men keep winnin'
X-Men keep winnin'

It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001