Hey Chuck, we got some non-believers out
Yo, we gotta do somethin' about man Yo, we gotta get Yo, we let 'em know what time it is
You go ooh and ahh when I in my car treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar No matter who you are I'm up to par I betcha go hip hop, or hurrah
But the ahhs and ohhs is my of news Pop your tape in, put your car in I never heard the boos, I drank booze 'Cause I rock the rhythm left alone the blues
The L.I. mystique, you to peek A look and then you know we're never weak I you can't wait, it's never too late No fear I'm here and everything is
Cycles, cycles, life in cycles New is old, no, I'm not no The monkey on the back makes the excel The people in the crowd the best rock well
The people in the back lets you know whack And those who lack the are stacked The one who makes the is white not black You might not believe it but it is like
you come to my show watch me throw Down the other brothers toe to toe you make a move, new not used And watch the bro just bust a groove
A fat soprano, loads my ammo Hear my jam a funky piano Easy on the wall but on the panel A fool Kools 'cause he chokes on Camels
In the crew's in check Run by the posse the gold around the neck Homeboys in heat for sweet Ladies in the crowd so can meet
to body makin' a baby Givin' it to grandma an' makin' her I'm a MC protector, U.S. African government wrecker
Panther power, you can it in my arm Lookout y'all I'm a Tickin', tockin', all rockin' Makin' much dollars while the one's clockin'
The rhythm to shake the house down Bounce to the ounce is sound the The man, the enemy, King, no thing All fall to the force of my
Like Ali Frazier, in Manila A pinpoint blank microphone killer am I No to lie, got the Flavor Flave To prove win and if not the save
I'll pick up, rack up, put your shack up Just choose to the bet, emcee stick up This is the wiz but the mike's not his, mine One time let the star
And I'm tellin' you, yelling at you you're Don't think grown 'cause your mustache grew I'm number one you it weighs a ton And I'll be the burger you can be the bun,
my steady poundin', get on down to my funky sound And rock the rhythm rhyme one your mind Rhythm roll, two control The mauler and the of your doom And when I'm ready to leave, gonna know I go boom
Three times y'all rhyme and rock Then you'll the D is on the block Four times and never ever the whack It's the hour to the minute, time to black