Braniac, dumb-dumb, bust the scientifical

Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal

Can ya find ya way through the lyrics that be cathcin em

Throw another rhyme across the room they be fetchin em

And they take a loss, take a loss to the Master and I

Throws crazy blows and they knows I be plasterin

All across the room on the ceilings and the walls to

Punk little suckers didn't know I had the gall to

Come around they block with my cocked diesel system and

Turn it up to 10 and then start to dis em and

They didn't wanna battle if they did when they saw me

They'd a open up they trunk but they try to ignore me

Hey little suckers I know you hear me callin you

Cause you wanted some but I see that you ougta do

Frontin ain't no future and you're frontin so let's get I on

Like Marvin Gaye, take the cash and siti it on

the hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin Cadillac

Back up ya boys and let's start the battle

act like, ya know, the Masta Ace don't play when it come to my bass, aahhhh



CHORUS:

Check it out baby, check it out y'all

I was born to roll (repeat several)



Drivin down the block like what else should a brother do

It's Saturday, it's Saturday, the heat might smother you

Rollin down my windows yeah I have a air-conditioner

But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta

Waitin at a red light, Kentucky Fried Chicken in

Low End Theory tape in, bass crazy kickin in

See this Puerto Rican Latin Chico Rico Suave

In a red Corolla eh yo does he wanna play

Pullin up beside me, lookin like he want it

Show me what ya got then watch me get up on it

Holdin up traffic but we can't hear they horns

Cause he music a grande yeah he got it goin on