No longer on the low, I gotta flow is what I mean
Let the critics know they can`t tamper with the Jolly Green
No longer on the low because my flows be tight
On my own shit, A to the G is what I be like
The Neighborhood Sickness makes you feel the pain
But the Medicine got the brain numb like novacaine
Red hot, Got the Flavas, Show & A got the flavas
Now come on with the get down
A full blitz when I put wits to song
More flavors than them freaky 411s your bitch got on
Next Level is what it`s Time For
`94 missed us, but check us when nine pound wind down
Forget my fame, because my aim is the riches
Even Robert DeNiro, he ain`t seen more witches
The street is filled with chickens, some finger-licking
I need that queen that represents by all means
You`re bopping your head, now watch it spread like cancer
On the move like go-go, burn you like Jo Jo
Dancer, you can`t relate because my raps are the roughest
Retaliate, but you wrath is roughless
Fear no human being, seeing me is rare
Time has took its toll, I can tell by your tears
A man amongst children, and my records make a killing
Like tobacco, I got a fat flow, worth a million
You`d better breeze cause you`re finished
You`ll get sprayed like afro sheen, got more green than spinach
Time to roll, got my squad on patrol
Trying to find phony fellas faking like they got soul