See I`ve been rapping since the Biz Markie trigga-Treacherous 3 days
Kool Moe digga-Dee days, Spoonie Gee days
Furious F-I-V-E days, the phase of the sheepskin craze
I rhymed in the times of the ain`t no day sweeter days
I remember Puma and Adida days
Of the mockneck wearing, bagging females talking days
Paid mad loot for my British Walkers
And if somebody scuffed `em I`m a snuff `em
And rough `em up with loving, and stuff `em in the oven
At 450 degrees until they tender
Cook `em bust `em open with the lyrics I surrender
I splash on the wack-ass crabs with my juices
Slide up in the night, and tie up they nooses
And let `em hung in the sun til the brothers come check `em
No jive, that`s just the way I wreck `em
I can`t stop don`t stop rocking to the rhythm
Cause I get down, see I get down, see I
Rock for a while, groove and got style
Great class, debonior, and a vicious profile
Fat Boys used to rip `em with the ha-ha stick `em
Till Dougie went and got Slick Rickie D
But if there was a jam anywhere, niggas came and got me
I wind up, see I let it fly free
Let it land where it may, see I got three aces in my hand
I got the high joker, the low joker
So what you gonna do nigga, you can`t understand
How I flipped the script and I ripped as I smoked ya
I come from Brooklyn, went to school in Manhattan
The Fat Man from uptown put the Bronx in my rapping
Though money I`m earning cause I`m still learning
That the world will keep spinning, turntables keep turning
My name is known from Brooklyn to Mount Vernon
There`s dough in my pocket, but don`t you be concerning
Yourself with my physical health, you ain`t no hit, player
I can see through you with my Jemini CAT scan
A B C D E F G H I, the J is in the house, not the One the Emini
Who am I? I`m that old funk soul sensational
Shows that I throw is only invitational
You cannot get in with your man and your friends
I`m not bitter, not fazed with the glitter of your Benz
If you remember this you`ll be down with the click
Running with one big bad bald black son of a bitch
See I can`t stop don`t stop rocking to the rhythm
Cause I get down, see I get down, see I
Rock for a while, groove and got style
Great class, debonior, and a vicious profile (Repeat 2x)
I`ve seen hotter days, Afrika Bambataa days
Malcom McLaren was humming in my larynx
Running through my throat like a Supreme Team note
No one was nicer than Himmy Spicer when he wrote
Dollar Bill y`all, Dollar Bill y`all
To the B-I double L bill y`all
We used to say eying now we say gat
We used to say funky fresh now we say phat
Can you feel that? (Brother I can fell that)
Now tell me you can feel that (Brother I can fell that)
Check it out, see rap`s been around for ages, it amazes
Those who thought it was a phase it`s contagious
It was go East Coast, now it`s go West Coast
I don`t care where you`re from, you don`t boast til you roast
Four five six niggas with the hair pin triggers
Shorty think he bad cause his man a little bigger
His man started yelling Shut `em down, shut `em down
So my man started yelling Shut `em down, shut `em down
His crew started yelling Shut `em down
So all my motherfuckers started yelling Shut `em down
Brooklyn in the house, nigga, don`t you forget it
