[Intro]:
Crew rounds esteem and mystique, CREAM! In the base word is born of the scully
[Verse 1]:
I mean, blocks of cheese
Tuck blocks of cheese
Overheat when we catch a couple rats in the streets
Steve it ain't what it seems, but seemed scene Steve in the eve of the scene
Shaolin got this beat, Shaolin got this heat
Made a left wrong turned for that right dream
Which was!
We was the fiends for the beans
For 90 days raised beans from that hot corner where the caps steamed
From when I screamed for ice cream
To Ice Creams, dice dreams, Sprite lean
Street fiend, down for a ghetto dream
Nights on the streets, home to home
Heat for heat, flashy!
Heard screams!
Ghost screams!
Nose bleeds and spook scenes made my eyes bleed
Yeah and give him the chills with a 40 Mag
'Til his fours get jacked on
'Til I get that Lee Spike on
With no wrist chrome on
But cause that Lee Spike on, I'm like Chun Li uhh
Find some n***as to split purp
n***as to split work
Probably some goons who did dirt
But you gotta be overt
Always on the alert
Subvert then divert
Stuff shirts then convert
When it's time, can't play the skirt
Gotta put a n***a in the dirt just to girt
And that's not worth
[Verse 2]:
Hit home, my room
Thursday night cartoons, channel 22
New phase of the moon
Eating off a greasy spoon
But slept with the silver spoon
Rise in June, high noon
Still rolling cartoons
Agenda of a goon, all solicitude
Saw the silver spoon, saw the silver spoon
[Outro]:
Shaolin's heat, spittin' ease, Scholar Steve, never even had an average above a ninety [Laughs]