[ *DJ Woody Wood cuts up* ] (EST the Acknickulous One) (I'm) (the greatest man alive) (EST the Unusual Fellow) [ VERSE 1: EST ] Landscapin, mentally shapin Get the gist, don't miss what I'm sayin Hilltop bringin in the ba** drop Soakin up saps like a household mop Out to romp, stomp, so you're no comp You try to rock, we bump, the whole house jump Gotta bust a s**er or else it gets borin Just like you people need your coffee in the mornin And every word is honestly stated You get it not synthetic or fabricated Keep your eyes open, I got you on a scope Know it like a poet cause I'm diddy-do-dope Fly like a falcon, strong like a stallion Now all I need is a gold medallion Providin small-time s**ers with info EST's the unusual fellow [ *DJ Woody Wood cuts up* ] (Definitely the best thing that's happening) [ VERSE 2: EST ] Yes it's the ES, the man you can't understand Much funky on your FM band The brown-eyed bombshell rockin you well Disignitin all bitin and frontin as well We propel our records to sell Like a speedy Lamborghini we're bound to excel Given the chance to shake your pants is somethin that you'll never forget I make you wake up in a cold sweat Drippin with the fluid that wets you when you do it Know this like Otis when your style is bogus Love to party with a girlie with a dope body Gotta bite my tongue, I'm so high-strung ES the name, knockin boots is the game If you ain't a queen I love ya just the same My name is ESTizinizm, cold gettin bizinizm Rallyin the funky dope razzamatizm Hit you with the hardest, comin with the clarity Skyin over s**ers, defyin all laws of gravity The style of my hair like a new wave afro EST's the unusual fellow (He's too good to be true) [ VERSE 3: EST ] With a ultra fresh topic for this here recital With another one of those crazy fresh titles It'll be shakin up and it'll be takin up Space in the race cause the sinister'll crank it up EST is the one that's so original The boy so live should have his name on your cereal Instead of Swatch you wear a sinister watch Worn by the s**ers who be swearin they clock Cause ain't nobody takin my place, you know what I mean? Instead of Guess you wear some ES jeans Tight around your putang, so when you shake that thang Everybody wants you shake it again Feel it shuttin up in my bones Magically moved by the microphone At first I just twitch then I get that itch And real quick you see me flickin up the on-switch Sweatin like a dog in front of sell-out crowds Dippin em all in the 3-D style No matter how you hype up your twelve inch, they don't get it They want my album, you gotta deal with it You coulda had yours out but now I took ya Still ain't got one out cause you're chasin funky hookers And all the real slimmies jammin off my flow EST's the unusual fellow [ *DJ Woody Wood cuts up* ] (EST the Acknickulous One) (I'm) (the greatest man alive) (He's too good to be true, he's tall, he's handsome, he's rich, exciting...) (Definitely the best thing that's happening)