Y'all motherfuckers buckle y'all motherfuckin If you need to get high there's a mask and in the overhead compartment I can't tell y'all what the weather's like 'cause my radio's up And if we should experience any type of difficulty Don't panic take one more hit off the mask Calmly put your hands between your And kiss black ass goodbye!!
I send my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus I'm swift like a gift for Christmas My verbs and shatter walls of underground Let me be blunt: I like brews with bitches The ninety-four era I terror, whatEVER on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas My guns cruise, shoes, what's happenin I got clapped on, now I'm the one the clappin I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec Artifacts make Memorex blow tape decks when I'm strapped than latex Felt like menopause, I make niggaz act beatches Woo! I just give a FUCK Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin -- they ass full of stitches I bite your whole nipple off, sick like anemia I'm 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert Travel around my universe Droppin the slang, I'll your brains with the real shit Come hit my so I can make y'all feel it Abuse niggaz verbally so Dyfus I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I didn't kill I get as ill as chief of on narcotic Noorotic, my format rocks the project Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick funky emotions, to blow veins up with funk overdosing Not with guns with funk I rock tracks like Van Halen Now who's nigga that got your crew bellin? I'm in the world, with Ladder
I'm seein a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like got asthma They attackin me, they slowin they rhymes actually But no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere They got factories with little named after me pressed-in, I advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin Newark New Jersey's what I My brain be zoned and I home to ET's home Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I roll a spliff and to hook me up stash spots to put my chrome in So what the I got clapped on for my truck Fat to be passed Bedrock and Diamond District Then I laughed cause fuck the cash I wanted my tape bag Fantastic fabulous my is fat shit The bomb like Elway bombs on John Madden Fuck that, let's get to the point, my the joint, I roast from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast voltage, I got funk for days by the PPP a bunch of wild motherfuckers
Hold hold hold, wait wait Let me school this Yo my shit is tight, can any MC do this *sounds of And come back on the
I think not, my paper make pen leave ink spots Sayin I'm this and that when half punks don't even know me On blocks where your punk ass bustin off slingshots Talkin shit me when I'm drivin by slowly Now just for that I let your girl suck my from the back and let your moms give me cornrows on my I'm nasty like that