Another Laze production with an even smoother sound
It`s 1994 and I`m taking breaking suckers down
To they lowest element, they claim it`s irrelevant
That they ain`t true artists but they do it for the hell of it
I`m the schizophrenic tenet in your house
And when you pop that shit, hurry scurry like a mouse
Suckers getting busted in they teeth when they fuck around
I`ll call you Bozo Lollipop `cause you`re a sucker, clown
You`re rhymes are just a drizzle and I be weatherwise
Guys pissing on they mother like it was DEAD/ALIVE
But step for a battle of snaps and I`ll beat you
Your mother`s like Bologna but she`ll still refuse to meet you
Teaching like a professor but yet the intellectuals
Say my rhyme`s divine though it`s still ineffectual
Shove your arguments, get in line and take a number, son
I`m the motherfucker that be number one
Number one on your hit list but also on the playlist
Of the radio stations that promised me they`d play this
Five years in the game yet I still have to answer to
New jack fans looking for shit for dancing to
They all disappointed when they hear me start to roll
`Cause I ain`t sayin` Whoot or Fiz-uck the hiz-oe
That ain`t mi stylee and I be wondering
Why the drizzle rhymers seem to be thundering
On the charts but yet they started rhyming last month
I`m at a midnight snack you just past lunch
It ain`t my fault I ain`t speakin` on a blunt or gun
Just to prove the fact that I`m number one
All the fools was acting foolish like it was they job
But year after year I make more hits than the mob
Brothers want to battle on the mic they can shove it
`Cause this is my job and Goddamn it, I love it
Producers hear my tracks and turn a shade of envy green
`Cause have you ever sampled from Stanley Turrentine?
I doubt it you`ll get routed `cause the shit that I flip
Is like a stack of fecal pancakes here`s my syrup let it drip
Other lyricists are hearing this and pissing in they pants
Scared of the small guy in the kick-your-ass stance
Dance if you want to, but let me spin the vinyl
I can work a crowd like college kids at finals
You wanted a piece of me, see what your luck did?
Grab yourself a Stairmaster and step up, kid
When they hear me rhyming, brothers catching woodies: lumber`s fun
So chop a cherry tree and lie for number one
