gimmick You can keep your catchy lines, I'm bout to write a rhyme If you got a backpack tryin' to act black Think you know the culture? You's a fuckin
before you pick up the mic to get fly You need all the dope khaki's that you can feature So I can serve you, you know the procedure Listen to the man intellectualize, visualize Your whole posse gettin' paralysed I don't
force You need to practice more, you ain't in my cat-e-gor I rap for sport, Decompoze got my back support So pass the torch, and of course, I can rattle
in (I can't hold it in) I gotta let it all out (I gotta let it all out) They'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in) I gotta let it all out (I
is released upon the call of the beat As you rock along to a funky treat Like a torch, we're keepin you active Our rhythm will hold you captive We're
like hoes _ rub-a-dub those Shattering Glass Joes With decibels To break spectacles You can't see You're feelin' queezy And uneasy Steppin cautious because you
out on the dancefloor, and don't even rough with me I ain't goin' for it, I ain't buyin' it so don't even try me Dance sucker, Mother Tucker can, that
wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where
You can keep your catchy lines, I'm bout to write a rhyme If you got a backpack tryin' to act black Think you know the culture? You's a fuckin' vulture
here we go! Streets! flipmode baby, yeah check it busta bus baby Yeah, rah digga now, c’mon Check it, huh [verse: busta rhymes] If you ain’t noticed