[VERSE 1]

Oh - back again makin the rhythm kick jazz

Used to be wick-wack, now I got funky pizzazz

Idryss'll do my fade-up cause he cuts em like class

And the chicks want me to lick cause I'm too quick, I think I'll pass

Dollars, if I don't fold em, I roll em like a bolo

Other steppin to brothers cause he be God? Oh no

G-o-d, I be not he, it's true, don't call me loco

And my man Eric the Wiz will stir the mini mix up like Coco

Cut like Michael Myers, start up fires, I'm a scar hard

Thinkin I be wimpy, I just simply rip em far apart

Ansaars in New York, I know that you know that you are God

This brother's from Chicago, so I guess I'm a Chigagod

Rhythm is my producer of rhythms on the wax

The posse Lower Level be kickin some funky tracks

Never ask, I ax, I get madder than Max

Diggem smacks, if they try to tax I play em like a sax



[CHORUS]

Rock - me call it what?

(Razzamatazz)

Rock - me call it what?

(Jazzamatazz)



[VERSE 2]

Styles, I hand em, I brand em like cattlecakes

Better get flows from your bros if a battle takes

I hear a hiss, the tale of a taddle shakes

Backs this breaks givin aches to the rattlesnakes

I get spunky with funky stylin

Rhythms I flow, I kick them wild and

Tryin to get with the styles I'm pilin

For your sob story I better get the violin

Come again - watch a fun one construct

I don't like sissy chickens and I hate a sucker duck

Some label me a sucker because ducks I like t pluck

The only way I be a sucker is if women wanna suck

Always goin broke so I don't dig into my stash

I'm cool as Brian Robbins on the show _Head of the Class_

If you don't get the picture, make the camera go flash

When this rhythm was a baby,