You say one for the trouble, two for the time Come on, y'all, let's rock this
You say one for the trouble, two for the time Come on, speech is my hammer
Bring the world into shape or let it fall
Yo, restlessness is my nemesis Wonderly chillness is still committed to page
Write a rhyme and sometimes don't finish for days
Humanize my literature from the launch of a miniature
I mathematically add, minister, subtractor, wax selector
Wheel it back, I'm feeling that
From the core to the perimeter to black
You know the motto, I stay fluid even in staccato
Full body, full grotto, we deep inside the junk hollow
There's the home, young man, where you from?
Brooklyn number one, native son
Speaking in my native tongue, I got my eyes on tomorrow
While you still trying to find where it is
I'm on the air where it lives and dies
Validly like Diallo
Shine so vibrantly
That I squint and catch his lips
And brace the face of my dark inked fingertips
I smoke the kinks, ain't the lish
And call the rash on my lips
So now I check just like this
Long range from the baseline
Move like an apparition
Go to the ground with ammunition
Move from the gate, voice queued on your tape
Putting food on your plate
Many crews can relate, who choosing your fate?
Yo, we went from picking cotton
To chain gang blind shopping
To bebopping, to hip-hopping
Most people got the blue chips, stop it!
Option, invisible man
Got the whole world watching
Where you at?
High, low, east, west
Or over your map?
Getting big props from this thing called hip-hop
You can either get paid or get shot
When your product ain't stocked
They and other friends flock
When your dropper's just a job
Man, them phone calls
Chill for a minute, let's see who else I snatch
Your shell spot, don't cash yourself back
This industry is just a pent-up bill cell block
A long way from the shell tops
And the bills to hell
Roll
Pull!
I said a hip-hop
The hip into the hip into the hip
Hip-hopping, it don't stop
The rockin' to the bang-bang
Boogie to the up-tuck
The boogie to the rhythm
Up-up-up with the beat
Scootin' hip-hop, we rockin' Scoopy-Doo
Guess what? Seattle, I love you
Can't get there to do just what I love to do
Said no more emotion I put into it
No harder I rock, pop!