You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric

lyrically splittin dismissin

I'm on a mission of just hitting

now it's written and kitten hittin wit mittens

I'm missing wishing man listen

I glisten like sun and water while fishing.

Bust the move and then swerve

Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word

Damn, you nerd man, you heard

Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are

full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get

Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really



1-So here we go now,

Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow



Never mixing with tricking brothers bitching

Over fixins that ain't fittin to be hittin.

On nothin splittin things that's bitten

And gettin written off

Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissing me off

Before you even started so what

So long see you fly by my try how else

Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye.

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The flow pro poetical with skills only

A vet'll know better know where's

The wetter flow that'son point like

Decimals manhandlin new crews

Partying with the Zoo Crew

Looking for the pink in poo poo.

I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina

Jammin ta while we plannin ta jam

We bust plus we're the party

Amateur damager managin damagin mics

Men and even mannequins.

You're a fan again now I wanna know whose the man again?

Naughty's back like vertibrates word to hey-a-ho

The way I show you pray I flow

Steady breakin to the boogie so bang time

To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hang

(rpt 1, 1)



Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat

The beat the break into boogie

Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies

All we wanna know is if your body wanna party

It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody

So hip up and split up get up

Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up

No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up.

Shakes shows until they fizz up

Rizz up like your with us if not zip up

You lip up whip up.

Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones

We come back cause we heard

Hip hop needed another anthem

Black like Noah in fact and for ya

If we was back in the days with the Drifters

We would've been known as the Flowers

Bevin these since the seventies

Find me so we went crazy in the eighties

So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties

Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties

So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty.

(rpt 1, 1)


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