[Chorus 1]

On and just on, and [x10]



I'm a swing it

Wach me bring to the next level

To grab DeNevel's

Getting funky like the devil

Brothers from the Bijou

So why you wanna trip

Just play the side lines

Kid, and wait for me to slip

Cause I can feel it in the ait tonight

But yo I'm not Phil Collins

Or, unlike Henry Rollins

Cause I'm search and destroy

You wanna toy wit the plot

Tryin to get what I got

You might get- shot

Hot damn manna's son

Ya got ebonics

They teach ya how to write

I'm writing like I'm hooked on phonics

Mother goose aint got shit on me

Cause I'll get loose at the jam

And wreck the whole party

I make 'em jump and mosh

Oh my gosh

Just slammin in the pit

While I'm kickin my shit

They buggin in the isles

Cause I got madd styles

And aint a damn thing funny

I get money in piles

Some poeple thought I'd die

Thats just a rumour, though

Others thought I'd follow up

But now I'm numero-

Uno, Dos, not Quatro

Word to Kool Keith

I'm a break up ya teeth



When I die, Bury me (me)

Hang my balls on the cherry tree (tree)

Let them git ripe

Then take a bite

And if they don't taste right

Then dont blame D



You need to quit swingin,

The styles that I'm bringin

The Funk knuckled dragon

Who gits on the wagon

I'm not the 12 stepper

Dont play me like a lever

My mike sounds nice

But it's not salt and pepper



Well it's the man

With the plan

To get all your skins

The tip on my dick

Is where the line begins

Wit all those former lines

Take