She was superfly, Curtis may have feeled her ass
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone, Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan, swingin' through your town like your neighbourhood spiderman!
Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire, Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk, Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram.
Straight from the heart, I represent hip hop I be three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closing the shop.
I instruct you to be the obeyer, A rhythm recipe that you'll savor, Doesn't matter if you're minor or major, Yes, the Tribe of the game, rhythm player, As you inhale like a breath of fresh air
Funky like your grandpa's drawers, don't test me We in like that, you're dead like Presley
Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug.
So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher, And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer
The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it.
I'm everlastin, I can go on for days and days With rhyme displays that engrave deep as X-rays I can take a phrase that's rarely heard, FLIP IT Now it's a daily word
Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin' your building, No time to grab the gun, I already got your wife and children
Next thing you know, the hoe starts to ill, She says "I love you, Harold" and your name is Will!
Be a witness, as I excersize my exorcism
Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest We want sanitary food, planetary conquest
Scooby snack. Jurassic. Plastic. Gas. Booby Trap
I used to let the olde english 8- suds bubble in the last car of the Franklin Avenue shuttle
His momma said, Donovan why are you, on the corner of linden and guy R. Brewer?
No interruptions, stereos pumpin from the dungeon, coming live from Flatbush Junction
Make a right, 40th Ave., that's when i smile and laugh
158 Lewis Avenue between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back durin days of hangin' on my bed-stuy block
Hear it when i get biz for K-Von, I'm pledgin, died, on 104 Northern Boulevard corona queens legend
Make a right down 7th Ave to 4th St Park, feeling the whole ghetto vibe and set my mark
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