Intro:

Hah ay youknowhatI'msayin

Hieroglyphics in here... forever

Hah hah!

Verse One:

Aiyyo peep it the back breakin mack takin titles

Vital to the right I'll make men ache when

they try to step but charlatans are within

the range of danger which keeps me callin

friends I meets more fake fools than real ones

But it takes clues and hits to make moves with sense

And since I'm a rhy mer I need to take time to

give niggaz reminders

Who's the best, confuse the rest

Abuse crews with the news they paid dues to my death

The defter, slept on, long enough

So now I pissed the stronger stuff

and break out a bomb to puff

Wrong! You can't hit, I lit it

Get it, nope, because you, counter-feited, dope

I hate fake guys and you make eyes follow with you

hollow tips through, your hand, you're left dead

Chorus: repeat 2X

Get off it, I know you know I know you're on it (3X)

Get off it, I know you know, I know you know

Verse Two:

Hip-hip hooray! Dip skip away from the forte

of freshness nuff skills impresses the West is

all up to my ingenuity, you will be

comparing, to the rare men, we're aware when

daring situations get your face in

your crew's areas, so you move gregarious

Whatever you rhyme you do shit that's putrid

and noisome, so why voice em, crew's get

beaten until inanity

Hieroglyphics can it be

We're the best in the planet G

Wiz niggaz are jealous

But I fight what you bend with teeth

so you can see if you can dig the G-R-O-O-V-E-S

cause we be fresh

For cypher a few the sneak-iest

When kids wanna fade me, great

But behold I got Seoul like the Olympics in eighty-eight

So ladies wait for the coming of the He-Men

You're on my nuts or that's how it's se-men

The mastermind is never apprehended

I screw the ruler, to fool the joker, and going up

like the smoke of a phattie, add me

to the shitlist, cause I be that

I know you see that, we phat

Livin larger than life

I be the Zenith, clean with, mean stuff

Taking charge of the stifiling

Oppressing the dop-est in the sector

Respect the, dope rhyme wrecker

Hope I'm cleanin, when you think you're seein

a massy Josh B got the beat like Rodney

So King me, cuz I jumped ya

This is how I checkah, foe

Hit even the pecker, yo

Getting to respect the, bro

L-I-F-N-I-C you now know

Chorus