One, two, one, two, keep it on
Listen to this * because we keep it till dawn
Listen to the ass track, got it going on
Listen to the ladies, come on and let me spawn
Pour your eggs, then you go up the river
Listen to the ass track, that freaky nigga
Now I'm at rockin', I'm shockin', I'm tickin', I'm talkin'
I can't stop with my body rockin', see I got heart like John Starrs
Hittin' mass bars, pass me the mic and I'll be rockin' the whole park
From the M to the C to the A and it's a bust
The rhymes that we boss on the top of Galussi
And my mouth is not butt, but * it, let me get down to the rhythm
Yes, I get funky and I shoot with all my chism like John
Boom, the X-rated nigga
Listen to this * because I am the ill figure
Nobody's getting any bigger than this
Get up together
Phone is ringing, oh my god
Get up together
See what's happening
Add rocks down with the Ioni
Listen to this * because both of them is bony
Gotta do it like this, like Chachi and Joni
Cause cheese and cheese and I'm the macaroni
So why all the fight, why all the fuss
Cause I, I ain't got no dust
Yeah, you know I'm gettin' silly
I ain't got no dust
I only got a gram or a hazel and a gram or a chili
Well, I'm the grand royal prince and I'm also a bimbo
Born on the cusp in the month of November
I do the patty dunk in case you don't remember
Well, I freak a fuckin' beat like the * was in a blender
Well, I'm long gone, word is born
Don't need no motherfuckin' flute to let me right if I'm wrong
I don't think I'll slay the dude I play like I'm hard
But I'ma drive the lane like I was Emma Bernard
And I'ma workin' on my game, life is taxin'
Gotta get it together and see what's happenin'
Get it together
Wait a minute
Get it together
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Get it together
Wait a minute
Get it...
Wait a minute
Get it...
Wait a minute
Get it together
Wait a minute
See...
See what's happenin'
Go
And I want toき ''
like my name is Bismarck
but I had to do the *
Just let me embark on the lyric on the noun in the verb
Let me kick the * off cause no I'm not the herb
Well it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor
Just straight out the booth with the folk for you
The Deri Air
We're on the top of guess
I like to mention when it comes the morning
Woo!
I'm back!
Spacing, zoning, talking on the phone, and my brain is roaming, I don't know where it's going
Talking lots of *, a little tweaking on the weekend, gotta get on by the race, cause I know that I'm freaking
And I'm a funky scullin', I'm a Scorpio, and when I got the flow, I'm Dr. Onagoso
Q-Tip, put you on the mic, come on
Because I have to talk about the times when I rhyme, and when the MCs come in my face, I'm like Mace
Cause I back them off with the quills, cause I have to tell ya, nigga, cause I keep it under frills
Rest of 191, 116th Ave, off of Farmer Boulevard, Boulevard, Boulevard
But I'm from Manhattan, MCA's from Brooklyn, yeah, MCA, you should be cookin'
Rayman's is on the court, and I can't be beat with your tape, what's the set with your boots on your feet?
Got the Timbers on the toes, and this is how it goes, oh, one, two, oh my God, one, two, oh my God
I got some *, I got the Kung Fu, flip my heart, my green trap, kid, never, ever, ever smoking crack, crack, crack
Never, ever, ever fuckin' whack, I eat the fuckin' pineapple now
And I'm a Scorpio, and I'm a Scorpio, and I'm a Scorpio, and I'm a Scorpio, and I'm a Scorpio, and I'm a Scorpio
Listen to me now, don't listen to me later, * it, cause I know I didn't make it, * it, mine for real
But yo, technically, I'm as hard as steel
Gonna get it together, watch it, gonna get it together, my belt
Like my belt, I got the ill communication, my belt, got the ill communication, my belt
Got the ill communication, my belt, got the ill communication, my belt
Ha, ha, ha, ha, keep it on and on, keep it on and on
No, no, no, no, no, no