[Verse 1]
I see you really wanna go there, acting like you don't care
Im coming outta nowhere, and I know that's no fair
But I`m bout go where, a whole new scenery
Easily, leisurely I paint pictures vividly
They call him Michael Kuwa, I stand on my feet
Plus the word on the street, that this kid is so mature
Sure! You would have to be a Franck Muller
In a block of ice, jus to be this nice
But make no mistake, sk**s I elevate
Wack MCs in my range, I eliminate
And I`m never late, so you will never wait
Just to hear new magic on a Jon Baylor Cla**ic
But you need to understand; round here I'm the man
And my thoughts I expand
Bam! Can't you see that I'm so fly
And if not let me tell you why, cause we the happy children
[Hook]
(One two, one two put you hands in the air if you feel this too)
Cause we the happy children
(One two, one two Michael Kuwa gonna show them how we do)
Cause we the happy children
(And Jon Baylor on the beat, Jon…Jon Baylor on the beat)
Cause we the happy children
(One two, one two put you hands in the air if you feel this too)
[Verse 2]
I am the Jones Writer, flow tighter
And proceed, dopely, homie no need for a ghostwriter
Or a co-signer, you know me I will always be my own shiner,so go find a...
MC like me, highly unlikely that it jus might be, cause I be
Unique when I speak, I'm deep on these beats
And you know where to find me in the uptown street
But when I pa** through your area
Causing ma** hysteria
Sorta like malaria
Its kinda scray huh
Necessary, legendary, never weary, very scary
And best believe I'm dope when I rhyme
And you still dont understand; round here I'm the man
And my thoughts I expand
Bam! Now can't you see that I'm so fly
And if not let me tell you why, cause we the happy children
[Hook]
[Outro]
And we all like
Westside I holds it down
Northside I holds it down
Eastside I holds it down
But Southside`s where I'm stationed
Westside I holds it down
Northside I holds it down
Eastside I holds it down too
But Southside`s where I'm stationed