[ VERSE 1 ]

Now this is a difficult subject

About something that's crazy - oh, what the heck

They know they have something that people don't like

And they still continue to disrespect

The thing I'm talkin about is an essence

A foreign fragrance with a presence

That you can't see with the naked eye

But to the nose it's a nuisance

It comes in so many forms, it's camouflaged

And it will sneak upon you like espionage

You might not know it cause it won't show it

And you will swear it's just a mirage

It can be with you when you're talkin

It will be so close, you think it's hawkin

With a bit of a twang it got its own slang

Is even known in New York, and

Everybody know what I'm sayin