Cliff Notes

Get, get, get it?
Get, get, get it?
Bronson Statik Selektah
Get, get, get it?
Get, get, get it?
.its all the same!

Pussy rap, dental damn beaver trap,
That thrill is gone, Im here to bring the fever back,
To the streets, pumping up the big whips.
Torpedo rum the same ships,
Two tongue grip, brother moves on shit,
Better move on chick, or else is all trick,
.even in my zone
I spin the shit to make you mother fucker down sweat,
Queens red, no pack but a cheese
Fat ass fucking pussy until shes dead,
Sway foot, looking like an Indian,
Cool straight form the Caribbean.
Long jackets, made from an amphibian,
.money, slid with my comedian.
Break it down, vision on the Dallas,
Deeping in your parlors, chilling with scholars.

Chorus:
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a little bit!
Straight up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing like an idiot!
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a little bit!
Straight up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing like an idiot!

Call me John Bon popping out the Volvo,
Retched on the leg, dipping for the po-po!
Sissy, you found a label as a loco,
Im sorry, but I never used to. with the coco!
Urban hippie, muffle with the green thumbs,
Seven grans a purple till my neck will leave my feet on them.
Super bitch, Portuguese, sweet
Suck a dick like an elephant. three tones.
My pussy whistle like my father the window,
. Im lighting up the indoor
And when I go inside I think I might just play Nintendo,
Call a Shwaty from my high and play with my
Ah, just let me catch my little breath as she wont accept the kick
Cause your destiny is for
Me, you see I spin like epileptic shit,
you fear me or you respect the kid.

Chorus:
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a little bit!
Straight up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing like an idiot!
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a little bit!
Straight up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing like an idiot!

Mind like Watson, flowing in the new
Van Dame Alligator
Spin kick to the dick
Right up in the tea room,
You dont want to rerun!
hard times, drug out the balloon,
Beauty like a butterfly, flying cocoon,
Urban love and central village right by the lagoon.
Thats my grandfather, add a little cream
Make the. harder.
Now you Shawty hold me tighter than the dance partner,
Put a viper around my pants,
So when the honey hit the tune Ill let her dance on it!
Like a gypsy, hookers in
.everybody is smoking fifties.
Nine ninety eighty two thats my shoot,
Reflect like high sun shining in the hot noon!

Chorus:
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a little bit!
Straight up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing like an idiot!