I'm kicking doors off hinges
I'm lying, honest, en gine
We rock when we're spinning,
and now it's time to start winning
If something's not right,
I gots to go pee pee, but
Stumble about and bump into the TV
You got ta keep it going,
bring it fresh when you're showing
How an MC should act and wave
It's grand, I'm gonna slam it
Yo, that's how I planned it,
I'll never leave you empty -handed
But let me be candid, I'm splendid
Rendering the measurements
But I don't think I'm crazy,
I'm straight jackin' your jaw,
you fixed your mouth to say it's not
virgin with an undetermined origin
I coaxed slinging Mormons
I stuck her tail like Eeyore
Ask her why's her knee sore
It only took a cask of Amantia
to make her take a detour
She never showed at the blowhouse,
I guess you should know now
and then she got thrown out
Mortal men shouldn't come off
I'm equipped to piss off the
You see, sound streams through,
Anything I put my mind to
But there's an ulterior motive
I've em barked on a mission
And I'm here to let the earth know
I smoke bites and not putts,
Manhandling municipalities
for simple senseless hours
Quite little on the calving voodoo gallery
I get nothing compounded hourly
Talent ever flowering, flavor on tap
With a sweet and sour sting
We gotta revolve concentrically,
mentally stressing energy
Remember me from the assembly?
Trembling, resembling a felony
to make a bloodthirsty rat choke
But now I'm MCing, and yo, that's dope
So who you think's the nicest,
comes across the brightest
Makes the deep connection, like Johnny Unite
I sit back, take my time,
there's no need for grief
Cause the beats on the streets
we always check out the guitars
But that's cause we're trying
I'll be poetic columnist,
Inevitably on the horizon,
the incompetable troubleshooter
I'd be inventing phonetics,
turning dead fish into leo pards
counter surveillance on the skeptics
And should your curiosity
I possess a fresh library
it's scary how I scatterblast
On a track, batter and bash on the attack
With the offensive audibles,
the whole team is stacked
and told Tom to take a step back
Pardon me for that gross act of neglect
Equal be, hit him with some introspect
we always check up the guitars
But that's cause we're trying to
Wake up, wake up, wake up, up, wake up,
wake wake up, wake up, wake wake up.
Awh, what y 'all was tappin' on?