teeth with the bones of cadavres Ravage and magic there's rap in your cabbage Swing with Battle Axe cuz I can't stay average Roll with the maverick who
classic murders, slick gun material Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial Hammers that hardly work, go to work Like a slave on a hot day, with no water
How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics But this rap
's like that y'all [Black Thought] Dig it, cool for me I'm glad when I springs from pad To those with mad Dust I be just a lad Rock me rocks not cause
Roots got the body rock shit with the twist for your spine, bring it back, UHH! Fat is my flow that's fluidic The critics ain't with it, then their domes
We take it higher Yo, yo My little daughter, started nursery school Brother Com gotta make our move to The stylist and violence with vibrance The sign of times with
the cold rock stuff Yo, with all due respect Not trynna toot my own horn or nothing But, I'm pretty good at this shit man Yo, even with a half assed
Aw man Put that ol' dumb horn down Hey, Jazzy Jazzy Show this boy what some real music 'posed to sound like He-he-ha 1-2-3-4 Don't stop the rock Now
you people on the left Are you ready to rock the house? People on the right, are you ready to rock the house? People up front are you ready to rock the
spot Give em a taste, yo Jeff, let the beat rock ( *only the beat is heard* ) [ BREAK: The Fresh Prince acting as 'The Reverend' ] Now Brother Jazzy Please enlighten us with
in like 5 point 5 And matchin' red rims but that wasn't enough It had a car phone for when I wanted to reach out and touch An Alpine stereo that straight up rocked With
It's the half and half hypothesis the 50, 50 theory Eerie as it may seem, check your balance beam Now check your Balance Beamer with a feather and a rock
wicked (wicked) Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked) Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked) Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked) It's the Satanical, magical, Lil' Rob from the battle I'm coming at you with horns
will we ever change And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain Arguments with my Boo is true I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you
tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
right by the station I aaaaam, tryna figure out why you so mad at me yes I'm with Young Money tell the magazine stop asking me I be with the dread with
a greater plot that made us stop The thunder from with under will make the whole of cradle rock, hah Ken Boogie just hit me on the horn in California