(laughing) yeah, to you like, yeah, you know another one of those, Flavorishis, mackadoshis, sour cream and onion flavor.
I rule the world like kurtis blow my afro blown I'm torn out the frame, style stagger like ned the wino For black albino, I'm suicide on vinyle The type of antidope you have to keep away from my nose And I'm the, bombest rhymer, my steez My are like vaginas, wet an mc's when they open My identities, blows to ememies please test these abilities I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react to songs When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly vertibraes Bones back, chinky eyed like I blow states off the map by eye contact
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you to move on move on "rock, rock on" - (x4)
sermon: Yeah, I shut things for the moment, what? Paying my does for them fake ass (yeah) Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all Gimmicks, hard lyrics for an image I'm stompin' 'em the wompin' 'em Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the I the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black Somebody stop me I'm smoking like Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like The e-double bring the material, way out cosmic type Alcoholic whisky type funk for sissys (word up) Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my then get some I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, he's fuckin'
(x4)
Strick rules the mind on the verge of destruction starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's to maintain They be me, trying to preach to me, teach to me I got a phd in You got your bachelors and your in the field of dramatics The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so your automatics I've had it up to here, you are in danger You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits hits And what's goin' on in your I can feel it Tremors in the has caused for the healin'
(x4)
You what I'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know What I'm sayin'? ah, n-y-c streets is love, hot in the summer, um, Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. This y'all feel this. I you.