You go ooh and ahh when I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar When I'm up to par, no matter who you are I betcha go hip hop, hurray or hurrah But the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of news Pop your tape in, put your car in cruise I never heard the boos, I never drank booze Cause I just rock the rhythm, left alone the blues The L.I. mystique, You sneak to peek A look and then you know that we're never weak I know you can't wait, it's never too late No fear I'm here, and everything is straight Cycles, cycles, life runs in cycles New is old, no I'm not no psycho The monkey on the back makes the best excel The people in the crowd makes the rock well The people in the back lets you know who's whack And those who lack, the odds are stacked The one who makes the money is white not black You might not believe it but it's like that When you come to my show, watch me throw Down with the other brothers toe to toe When you make a move, new not used And watch the bro here just bust a groove A fat lady soprano, loads my ammo And hear my jam, with a funky piano Easy on the wall but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools cause he chokes on Camels In effect, the crew's in check Run by the posse with the gold around the neck Homeboys in heat, lookin' for sweet Ladies in the crowd so they can meet Somebody to body, makin' a baby Givin' it to grandma then makin' her crazy I'm a MC protector, U.S. defector South African government wrecker Panther power, you can feel it in my arm Lookout y'all cause I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all about rockin' Makin' much dollars while the crazy one's clockin' The rhythm, to shake the house downy down Bounce to the ounce, sound so crown The man, the enemy, Public King, no All fall to the force of my swing Like Ali, Frazier, Thriller in Manila A pinpoint point blank microphone killer am I No need to lie, got the Flavor Flave [...] Just choose to lose the bet, emcee stick up This is the wiz, but the mike's not his, it's mine One time let the star shine And I'm tellin' you, yelling at you you're through Don't think you're grown because your moustache grew I'm number one, you know it weighs a ton And I'll be the burger, you can be the bun, girl Surroundin', my steady poundin' Get, get on down to my funky sound And rock the rhythm rhyme, one time your mind Rhythm roll, two times control, The mauler and the caller of your doom And when I'm ready to leave, you're gonna know I go boom Three times y'all, rhythm rhyme and rock Then you'll that the D is on the block Four times y'all and never ever the whack It's the hour to the minute, time to blow BLACK
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