Who am I? The one that gets laced tight

The one you wear, hit a flare on the same night

That you hit an uprock, I'm the one in the closet next to one sock

The one you rock on the cardboard box

Walking to the one block

You know the one spot peeps get the one shot

Got one thought on the task at hand

You can ask your man I'm part of master plan

Only b-boys and b-girls, they understand

Whatever you say now, ya wish is my command

Name it, I'll be the footwork to your head spin

Follow your lead, go anyplace that ya legs bend

At ya cipher session I'm ya best friend

I got a twin, we's a pair clocking size 10

Head's a shell, three stripes on side

Laces large, on your feets I reside

Keep me clean, keep me laced, and I'll be allright

I be the first element up in here tonight



Who am I? See, I'm the one that you be gripping tight

The one that makes you sound real good when you be flipping right

And I'm the one causing fights up at the open mic

I'll make ya sound real stupid if you don't hold me right

I got emcees fiending for me all day and night

I could care less if ya on me if ya black or white

See all that matters when you rock me don't be coming wack and

Don't hold me to the speaker or I'ma feedback and

I'm used for rapping, every now and the used for passng

Back and forth in ya crew in a freestyle fashion

I get rocked, ripped, flipped on and blasted,

I'm spoke on, choke on, hit on, spit on, and mastered

I've outlasted, been used to tell truth and lies

Used to kill the youth and used to open up they eyes

I come in all kinds of sizes, heard all kinds of voices

Sometimes I'm plugged in, you know sometimes I'm cordless

Keep me clear, keep me close, and I'll be all