Hey Chuck, we got some non-believers out
Yo, we gotta do somethin' that man Yo, we gotta get Yo, we gotta let 'em know what it is
You go ooh and ahh when I in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul No matter who you are I'm up to par I go hip hop, hurray or hurrah
But the ahhs and ohhs is my of news Pop your tape in, put your car in I never heard the boos, I never drank 'Cause I just the rhythm left alone the blues
The L.I. mystique, you to peek A look and then you know that never weak I know you can't wait, never too late No I'm here and everything is straight
Cycles, cycles, runs in cycles New is old, no, I'm not no The on the back makes the best excel The people in the crowd makes the rock well
The people in the back lets you who's whack And those who the odds are stacked The one who makes the is white not black You might not it but it is like that
When you come to my show watch me Down the other brothers toe to toe you make a move, new not used And the bro here just bust a groove
A fat lady soprano, loads my Hear my jam with a piano on the wall but hard on the panel A fool Kools 'cause he chokes on Camels
In the crew's in check Run by the posse with the gold the neck Homeboys in lookin' for sweet Ladies in the crowd so can meet
to body makin' a baby Givin' it to grandma an' her crazy I'm a MC protector, U.S. South African wrecker
Panther power, you can it in my arm Lookout y'all I'm a Tickin', tockin', all rockin' Makin' much dollars while the one's clockin'
The to shake the house downy down to the ounce is sound the crown The man, the enemy, King, no thing All to the force of my swing
Ali Frazier, Thriller in Manila A pinpoint point microphone killer am I No need to lie, got the Flave To I'll win and if not the save
I'll pick up, rack up, put your whole up Just choose to the bet, emcee stick up This is the wiz but the not his, it's mine One time let the star
And I'm tellin' you, yelling at you you're Don't think you're grown 'cause mustache grew I'm number one you it weighs a ton And I'll be the burger you can be the bun,
Surroundin' my steady poundin', get on to my funky sound And the rhythm rhyme one time your mind Rhythm roll, two control The and the caller of your doom And I'm ready to leave, you're gonna know I go boom
Three times rhythm rhyme and rock you'll that the D is on the block Four times y'all and ever the whack It's the hour to the minute, to blow black