'm just rockin (rockin) (ready rock c) This style that's mine is rarely heard Suddenly there is an opportunity to observe People gots my rhyme the super computer The literary genius rhyme
But never get it twisted coz I had street fame I'ma break UK rap like the lining of hymen And A&R's love the timing of my rhyming Now i'm in such
yak going on Soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin' It's whateva, put that on the chedda man But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Lovine time Chase cheese, rhyme
the city that's below any self-respecting actress in a german schiester film who gobbled doggie dick and human feces my fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness from heart scan to pulse
in the dirty waterway speaker cabinets Maximum b-boy axiom stabbin shit Intellectual women find that my rhyme style relaxes them And wonder if I fuck to the same rhyme
back slider Oh children the fruit of the womb Not everyone is made of sugar and spice Woo woo and everything nice Real life ain't no nursery rhyme
Another landscape Is my mandate I'm highly animated even though I'm decomposing So if your feet is frozen I'm a die to see you ropin' And when the MC rhyme
G's guns and grams Caker baker pull off a keystone caper Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd and I'm a scrape her Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony Degrees of pulse
like Sodom And Gomorrah arm of the law guilty of all crimes I be like the great Prophet Isiah Predict your fall over 150 times, got rhymes you could
sticky green fun pack Jewellery make me hump back Back packers want that And they ain't 'bout the diamonds shit He gon' commercial Who the fuck you think you rhyming
Kiss my mouth, leave me no doubts With antiquated gestures now There's no sound, no one around That lurid moon in peeking out And your steps they seem to rhyme
to be fucked with You better off practicin masturbation Line after line I bring excitement like a hooker So put rubbers on your ears, then diaphragms on your woofer As the rhyme
rhyme and the dj spin I want yall to just get down Now when the mc rhyme and the dj spin I want yall to just get down And when the mc rhyme and the dj
at the door No submerged rhyme tactics Keep your soul Whilst shattering verbal lyrical fractures All content seen in context, it just reflects When the beat pulses
the gift to make a hot CD Back to the wall, against the ropes.. Nothings believable, feezable.. they don't believe in you You've been verbally beaten to... A pulse
all up in your face And when it comes to beats, well, I'm the rhythm ace Now if you check my pulse, it beats skull snaps I keep all my rhymes in my
ghetto Funk and Heavy Metal Fuck the Devil Unify the rebel Whistle like a kettle With a fly acapello Smooth and mellow Locked load and settle Shine through times with rhymes
and bringing heat, uh-huh Block shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh Blazing on your local ghetto street corner The chief, uh-huh Eyes in my mind, pulse signs in my rhymes