Marks i erase like racism iand'm as large as a bigot
Groove is my escapism when iand'm bubbly i just kick it
What i need from you is understanding that iand'm standing
On my own two down with my own crew
Toe cancer iand'm bad to the bone too iand'm prone to snap off
When iand'm off that cognac i canand't hold back like a massouse
I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight
When itand's time for some action i get redand's andquot;tonightand's da nightandquot;
An eye for an eye, a life for his wife
Dissected iand'm on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite
Your style is pascal, mine is basic and just instinct
Iand'm with the fam and ran scams, me and murray got up on big links
And if knowledge is the key, goddammit iand'm the locksmith
Started a missionary way on my life, the mic i rust like bostage
I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote
Engage in a page, and with words i elope
Walking down the aisles with styles i freak the viles
Anti-nazi when i rocks like a z-28
At any rate, brothers gain interest because i loaned them microphones
They couldnand't house the shit so they had to rent to own
Itand's like that, coming from the go rapper
I wanna bone jada pinkett and that hoe patra
So keep on, and you donand't, now come on
Ah keep on, and you donand't
Sometime when iand'm alone in my room i stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind i hear a wack-ass rhyme
And i catch alz-rhymers, then forget it, i get charged
Like a nigga in position with the stolen card the credit
Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene iand'm trying to edit
My mellows call me andquot;neverandquot;, they be like andquot;neverand's going to get itandquot;
Neverand's too much, iand'm much too, i do justice to poetics
Thatand's why cats be like andquot;fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!andquot;
Other studs come through to see what i am up to
They be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit
Like kareem i got the hook up, brothers look out because they look
Rest in peace to ?heavena?, washing tons of rappers like booker
Tee told me andquot;you gotta get out of the crib, get into the worldandquot;
How you going to come off with the style thatand's thourough?
Itand's like that, keep on, ha ha
Itand's like that, keep on
My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock
Iand'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers i slapbox
Back i got my rap, now get your glock out the black face
Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race
Just cause you got adidas with the fat laces and the fro donand't make you hip-hop
You sorry excuse for funk rap
Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that
The real shitand's starting to come back
The go is where iand'm from and where iand'm at, jack
I started eating cat when i was 10
Before dinner i was getting big dog like glen robinson
I donand't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind
But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty
The facts of life i didnand't learn from watching tootie
But living in the big city but i still like tootie cause she got big titties
My style is steep, i write rhymes on the incline
Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib line
Iand'm slamming, jamming on the one
Iand'm a bad man, youand're just a good son, come on
