1-2 1-2 keep it on
Listen to the shit because we kick it until dawn
Listen to the abstract got it going on
Listen to the ladies come on and let me spawn
All your eggs then you you go up the river
Listen to the abstract that freaky nigger
Iand'm ad rock and i shock and i tick and i tock
And i canand't stop with the body rock
See iand've got heart like john starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And iand'll be rocking the whole park
Iand'm the m to the c to the a and itand's a must
The rhymes that we bust on the topic on lust
And my moms is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the rhythm
Yes iand'm getting funky and iand'm shooting all my jism
Like john holmes, the x-rated nigger
Listen to the shit and'cause iand'm the ill figure
Nobodyand's getting any bigger than this
Ad rock down with the ione
Listen to the shit because both of them is boney
Got to do it like this like chachi and joanie
Because sheand's the cheese and iand'm the macaroni
So why all the fight and why all the fuss
Becasue i ainand't got no dust
Yea, you know iand'm getting silly
Iand've got a grandma hazel and a grandma tilly
Grand royalprez and iand'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the month of november
I do the patty duke in case you donand't remember
Well, i freak a funky beat like the shit was in a blender
Well, iand'm long gone word is born
Donand't need a mother fucking fool telling me right from wrong
I donand't think iand'm slick nor do i play like iand'm hard
But i shall drive the lane like i was evan bernhard
And iand've working on my game because life is taxing
Got to get it together and see whatand's happening
I go one two like my name was biz mark
But i had to do the shit just let me embark
On the lyric and the noun and the verb
Letand's kick the shit off and'cause yo, iand'm not the herb
Well, itand's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
Tho moog with the funk for your derriere
While weand're on that topic, yes i like to mention
When it comes to boning iand'm representing
Spacing, zoning, talkinand' on the phone and
My brain is roaming and i donand't know where itand's going
Talking lots of shit a little tweaking on the weekend
Iand've got to get him by the reigns because i know that iand'm freaking
Well, iand'm a funky skull and iand'm a scorpio
And when i get my flow iand'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you on the mic for
Because i had to talk about the times that i rhyme
And when m.c.s come in my face, iand'm like mace
Because i back them off with the quills
Nigger and'cause i tell you, nigger and'cause iand'll keep you under prills
Resting on nine one one sixteenth ave off the farmes boulevard
Iand'm from manhattan m.c.a.and's from brooklyn
Yea, m.c.a., your shit be cooking
Praying mantis on the court and i canand't be beat
So, yo tip, whatand's up with the boot on your feet
Iand've got the timbos on the toes and this is how it goes
Oh one two, oh my god
One two, oh my god, iand've got some shit
Iand've got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit
Never ever ever smoking crack
Never ever ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckinand' pineapple now and laters
Listen to me now, donand't listen to me later
Fuck it and'cause i know i didnand't make it fuckinand' rhyme for real
But, yo technically iand'm as hard as steel
Gonna get it together, watch it, gonna get it together ma bell
Iand'm like ma bell, iand've got the ill communications
