Marks I erase like racism, Im as large as a bigot
Groove is my escapism, when Im bubbly I just kick it
What I need from you is understanding that Im standing
On my own two, down with my own crew
Toe cancer, Im bad to the bone too, Im prone to snap off
When Im off that cognac I cant hold back like a massouse
I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight
When its time for some action I get reds "tonights da night"
An eye for an eye, a life for his wife
Dissected Im on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite
Your style is pascal, mine is basic and just instinct
Im with the fam and ran scams, me and murray got up on big links
And if knowledge is the key, goddammit Im 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 couldnt house the shit so they had to rent to own
Its like that, coming from the go rapper
I wanna bone jada pinkett and that hoe patra
So keep on, and you dont, now come on
Ah keep on, and you dont
Sometime when Im 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 Im trying to edit
My mellows call me "never", they be like "nevers going to get it"
Nevers too much, Im much too, I do justice to poetics
Thats why cats be like "fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"
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 "you gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"
How you going to come off with the style thats thourough?
Its like that, keep on, ha ha
Its like that, keep on
My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock
Im 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 dont make you hip-hop
You sorry excuse for funk rap
Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that
The real shits starting to come back
The go is where Im from and where Im at, jack
I started eating cat when I was 10
Before dinner I was getting big dog like glen robinson
I dont 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 didnt 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
Im slamming, jamming on the one
Im a bad man, youre just a good son, come on
