be standing next to me Left or right side, take your pick But girl, you've got to make it quick Baby, baby, baby I know I drive you crazy Mc's know me
, you know what I'm sayin But check out my recovery: I said, "Yo, you really like hip hop? Well, you're lookin' at an MC And to you I dedicate this rhyme, young
beat The Roots crew baby yo we got to make it unique We got the soul-shockinest, body-rockinest Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live survive the apocalypse Rhymes we say, the perfect blend Because we know how
I was pride and young I used to try and come, to the neighborhood function Throw on my Izod, say a little something When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin How
' kill you Huh, true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Yeah, up in the studio, gettin' blowed Truest shit I ever spoke How can
Be quiet, I know what you thinking Who the hell is that? You in the club minding your own business And out of nowhere you hear this, how you supposed
know others better than me I said hey Mos Def you can't steal the show You ain't the only MC out here with flow I'm the Pro-Castro and I'm letting you know
know I miss you more then Shaq miss free throws, that's alot You put it back in the air, when the wee's gone Reminiscing 'bout when we was young but
it 'cause I'm black And now you know I'm brutal Callin' all brothers to order, P-Dog'll slaughter Stomp rip and choke those who thought a Young black
they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man Can't tell that to a dingy old man Who see a young *** getting plenty dough man Icy Audemar, Hendy gold
s just like you, oh Look this young Romey lookin' for a homey A little Juliet, when [Incomprehensible] she'll console me When I'm all lonely, knows how to hold me A little tight shawty, know
conscience Now it be fuckin with me So-called activist try to dis me publicly And they don't even know where my heart at, heart at And I don't even know
b-boy thang, how long you think we gonna hang? I don't know My style is complex, I got next, indeed we close the show Still kickin' the truth to the young
paddle away, they say OK But I chop that ass up anyway What's your handle I got mad MC heads upon a mantle I got genuine MC skin sandals I light the
't know why these cats tryin to front Marley Marl on the musika, KRS on dem lyrics da On the side I teach meta-ta-ta-physica, Kris is a Master MC, challenge
, but does that help me flow? No That's why when I come to the show MC's act like they don't know 'Cause they were too young to rock up in the disco
videos, but does that help me flow? No. That's why when I come to the show MC's act like they don't know cause they were too young to rock up in the
to the old school All these motherfuckers in the Bronx and Brooklyn and Staten Island Queens and all the motherfuckers that laid it down the foundation Ya know