"Let's see you try the water technique! Hai! Ha, ha!
(sounds of fists and a whoosh of air followed by a punch)
The sky is high, the cloud is low
But my water technique is hard to beat
But the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai!"
Yeah... word up... gotta zip my coat
Yeah...
"The sky is high, the cloud is low" (f** him)
"But my water technique is hard to beat" (yeah, check the live sh**)
"But the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai!" (uhh)
[Verse 1]
So what the f** I got to lose ha? Word to God let's get it on
Clap your heels three times, grab the magic wand
Nameless, these stonewashed cats, leave 'em brainless
Somewhere out of this world, stranded on Uran*s
With coke and a dollar bill, stems and crack capsules
Take a blast boo, b**by trap a cruise it's natural
Like soybean, burn like a laser beam
My vaccine, I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns
The segment, rap fragment comes together like magnets
Attract heads captured like Dragnet
Going through mad phases, of all ages
k**a Beez locked the f** up behind cages
The Genovese swallow this line and caught a freeze
Press caller ID for me to quote more degrees
The fortune teller tuck a sleeping gas umbrella
Award winning dining in the back of Armanbella
Now who, don't believe that cash must rule
I don't eat meat, I slap blood out of Perdue
Keep a wireless mic, mics on strike the session
Is over, I file this and glow like fluorescent
Peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on
Yeah peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on
[Verse 2]
Yo yo, mountains of blow like snow constant cash flow
Rocking a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes
Mega powder dripping from they nose
f**ing Jet magazine b**hes with wide p**y pose
Centrefold the whole night, deadly venom horror snake bites
Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice
Holding money bags, convertible Benz with feathered bags
With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in Baghdad
You onionhead n***as spread out and parley
Yo, Rae these ick days get crashed with ash trays
I pull stings like, guitar strings down in Spain
I'm so hyped Jakes label God "crack c**aine"
Y Equality Self God, yeah yeah you know it kid
Ricky f**ed up a G-Pack, blow his wig
He's rocking Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform
He's a newborn, look at money swearing like he on
But anyway back to furry Kangols, Jamaican Wallabies
My back is on the wall, bombing devils with tricknology
My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source awards
Next year two hundred n***as coming with swords!