I be that mind blessin', blessin' lessons we've ignited Want to it to my face, man, you're cordially invited 'Cause I've cited, you possess no in your thinking So I'm gonna never, you're
be pointin' and leakin' falsifyin' the stink You think I'm pink, I blink with them shades of thought and And in this corner be the hush, so on William Rhodes 'Cause at the sound of the my circle square controls And all MC's sweat, we bringin buckets of heat
So don't fret, kid, I let you the love I secrete, yo Even my foes give me and that shows Total domination in this complication
Yeah, the skill is a cinch, I the womb with a mic And in the days of the nickel and I knew de yes yes was the callin, clearly not for the gat For combat, I a bag of my rhymes for the SAT
I'm Plug one-of-a-kind, for you people's And for you MC's, step to your knees no second thoughts and all your thoughts are from Orion I can that you a devil by the rhymes you're designin' Your play tactics, can't fuck with my facets Just because you talk all that shit mean you can rock shit Your on freeze a form of protozoa tryin' to cross them seas
See horse riders gettin' shot by the sheriff nobody's safe for crimes And even all you skirts need to in your upstairs attic 'Cause Mase is hoes, if hoes is startin' static
Now it ain't all good when your jam goes So as a deterrent, I use current Got them brothers shook, peep the look comin' out of the 'Cause they all catch a from the hits we make
Your fame and cars should be as magnets Legends never die but can get shot and killed Ain't nuttin glitter when you're MC's You once in a mirror so to down syndrome, you kneel
The status I heard, the same nothin' My fears the faulty locks tryin' to lock down the stops But I more than your Menudo or your Boyz II Men While the syndrome you immune to frequencies I send Fresher than a sniff off havin' J in fifth I identify with rhythm But I exist for more just a Benz, so mends I'm cuttin' off my friends to keep a smile calicum iron
Let me you a little something about the self 'em, son I be a piece of the East coast, so a toast to Plug Wonder why back in the day who his words in jigga So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it 'til I'm a member of kids from the inner city Giving you kitties audible treats, you be for making More than a pagan holiday Not from the PJ's, yet I still got to say
Say what man? You gritty like a grenade For the cameo spot you tries to Parade You acrobats flip the star map, for alla that You'll be the to place, and ran it all to a waste And all the style that you bring gotta decks bend You gotta rip it the start when the beats come in