[ verse 1 ]
Aw sh** now, word spreads around when i get down
I rip clowns, i make n***as wanna skip town
Lord finesse got the rough raps, f** that
When i do my thing, i come off like a hub cap
I put sh** out like a fireman, you never met a flier man
I slide up in chicks like a diafram
(you can't murder me, you better recognize) people heard of me
I say the sh** that get you open like surgery
I'm so def, i catch wreck with no sweat
When i rock mics it don't make sense to try to go next
With the mic i'm royal, see
You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn't shine more than me
Don't be silly and try to k** me
Soundin like milli vanilli, i smoke your a** like a philly
I rap with force when i'm kickin my facts across
The sh** i kick is hotter than tabasco sauce
Don't try to ruin me or talk about doin me
(why?) i got sh** that'll spark your whole community
So lounge and peep the deal
(cause i'm one muthaf**a you don't have to tell keep it real)
Brothers don't know i can (flip the style)
I'm out to make dough, kid (flip the style)
Come to my show, so i can (flip the style)
Check the flow, yo (just flip the style)
Can i do my thing, kid? (flip the style)
I'm ready to swing, yo (flip the stlye)
I got rap on a string, kid (flip the style)
Just gimme your ring when i (just flip the style)
[ verse 2 ]
I get attention like a lexus, girls wanna s** this
Play rappers like tetris, eat em like breakfast
Think you're nice? boy, you better be, you know my pedigree
I'm on the rise like afros in the 70s
I keep money, i freak honeys, i represent the streets, sonny
You know my style, don't sleep, money
I put it on like sneakers, it's the smooth speaker
Peace to krs-one, that's the teacher
Now let me hit you with this line i drive, this rhyme's fly
This is how it goes down in the '95
That's right, because i said it, don't sweat it, kid
Don't think i'm nice? well, i am, so give me credit, kid
I wreck n***as, collect figures
Yo, i'm like aretha franklin - all i want is some respect, n***a
I drop facts when i rock raps over hot tracks
That's why n***as be on my dick like a jock strap
Bring the best, i get with him
Even deaf people be sayin, "i heard that kid got some sh** with him"
None could diss this or rip this, for instance
Give me a cordless mic, i beat a rapper long-distance
Crews i run through, won't fall or fumble
You can get done, too, don't let me catch you on the humble
n***as don't like me, but that's aight, gee
Brothers act sheisty, that's why i play the crib with the wifey
One of the best, don't compare me to none of the rest
Straight up and down, word life you can't f** with finesse
sh** sound hype, yo (flip the style)
It's only right that i (flip the style)
Pa** the mic, so i can (flip the style)
I got my flow down tight, kid (just flip the style)
I got the sk**s to make papes, yo (flip the style)
I gotta set em straight, kid (flip the style)
I bet diggin' in the crates can (flip the style)
I got moves to make, yo (just flip the style)