[D-Sisive] Once upon a time not long ago When I was hardly known for the songs I wrote Before "Kneecaps" and my laundry opus Back when you wouldn't dare call me dope I'd John Travolta up the avenue Slap hands with every hand I knew In the middle of June in fat bomb sweats Ankle elastics around my shins Cypress Hill spinnin on my Walkman son "Sawed off shotgun, palm on the pump" Feelin like Real, Sen Dog and Muggs But lookin like the white boy from All 4 One And I swore on the moon and the stars That I would soon be a star, nope But I don't know that, disposable Kodak Yo Enova, hold that [Chorus] Now I'm posin in front of a graffiti wall One hand on my chin, one hand on my balls No smile on my laps Smiling's for punanis kid In front of a graffiti wall One hand on my chin, one hand on my balls I can see it all Electric circus, Monica, Dior Go, go, go (if you don't know you better ask somebody) {*3X*} In front of a graffiti wall One hand on my chin, one hand on my balls [D-Sisive] Now I'm feelin myself D-Sisive's got sk**s in the cypher, who knew?
Back then, my name was different The nuisance, a/k/a Malicious Peace, to my M City fam Now back to ninety-six when the kid was damn Manglin heads and dissin they byway shoes And they Zellers, Wrangler denim f**it, I'ma take the crown From Richter, a/k/a Dwayne Brown We battled after school All I needed was a verse to a**a**in this dude I came with the quickness flow Bone Thugs double timin every syllable, oh But not an oh at all Tappin the mic, is this thing on? Then Richter set it off with a couple bars Disrespectin my flaws Six bars later, he finished me off With a line about me wearin Stitch's clothes No, the whole crowd went off Laughin at me in my South Pole in exhaust Chattin to V and Tremaine, take me home Tell me where did I go wrong? [Chorus] [D-Sisive] Now I'm famous as f** Juno and Polaris dominate it like WHAT?! I'm all up in the papers now Much Music, heavy rotation now So where's the d** and the ladies, owww f** it, I'll play it, out Beatbox {*beatboxing*}