Da King & I - Mr. All That lyrics

[Izzy Ice] Once upon a time in the streets of the ghetto Lived a little old lady with the grand baby hello It's me, here I am, where I am, there I am Never knew that soon I was to be the man that I am I wrote rhymes with my cart and a cap In junior high, indeed he became Super Fly Went into high school, soon it became my school The girls would sweat but couldn't get me so I drooled Cause I'm the Golden Child and I have a golden Stylistic, ??? mystic I'm sophistic with the style Writing rhymes every day so I could battle The bums, making em run like cattle, cause down so I can elaborate On who I am to be in the future ??? has seen more pipes than Roto-Rooter You get smoked like Camels til you shine like enamel Leave your head spinning like Dorothy Hamill Ask the panel, they hide under flannel cause this man will Dismantle a crew at a candle or two, for Mr. All That Each verse I construct is a bomb I'm as calm as Vietnam, my rhymes are fat as Dom Delauise, oh ??? I wanna kick it Don't wanna wait to the Midnight Hour to kick it like Wilson Pickett Cause I sweats no one, oh did you realize But I have more moves than a shogun Warrior, I'm sorry you didn't understand Younger man as I result I'm flooring ya My rhymes hit like a car crash Stand clear when the man's here, with your lard a** With my Jordache, who gets more cash? I'm large as an oak tree, you wanna approach me? Now isn't that cuuuuute! Not really, I'm sleeping on your rhymes like a silly Pasta peanut can rock the beat is essential I make so much music my acapellas are instrumentals And could you please shut your jawing Or as your leaving could you please shut that door behind you? And don't come back Unless you're ready to be trashed by Mr. All That Now "Mr. All That" is just a title that I've earned We can reconcile after for the fact cause I be wrecking while speaking So don't try to distinguish my language Cause since you're just a sandwich, I'd rather eat a Manwich Or a meal, I think it's time to peel Cause I heard it through the grapevine That someone tried to take my reel-to-reel I got the hand that rocks the cradle, that's my label it's fatal You don't belive me? Well wait a little bit So I can do it at my own pace Hey there's so little comp I gotta climb up in my own face Now isn't that a shame that I man I call Dames A lame people give him credit but that's game My rhymes have thiacin, nutrients also vitamins Protiens, carbohydrates, I can't forget the niacins Take a dosage of my rhymes if you're weary If you're sick just sit and I'll pull out my dic- -tionary, cause I forgot the name of the medicine I usually have an MC a la king with lettuce and Tomatos and potatoes on the side but it gets me fat And you gotta be swift to be Mister Aaaaaaallll That And you don't stop, keep off