[Incomprehensible] Still walkin' down the streets with my hand on my black tec My brain is high like New York, New Jersey do car thefts I'm high, when
night Yeah! Coming to you live, straight out of Jersey, motherfucker Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that Funkadelic I come wetter than Purple Rain, I bust brains
My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast 'em like cookouts I'm smoked out, all you MC
focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokin When I'm vexed, my concepts wreck like effect Verbal communications blow to the next ep I'm robbin your brains
the bomb grows on palms and bags labeled Cheech and Chong The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and bandanna Then I rock jams like Santana, I move MC
know the SL hand do well Can tell by the nails you frail We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them Channel Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop
trous Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dig 'em out Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth Love the ruckas and love to dish it out 3 watched MC's, start wristin
like sickle-cell anemia I'm droppin 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert Travel around my curse universe Droppin the slang, I'll bust your brains
roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9, Roll up the whole dime as my seats recline (Nigga) I want a presidential Roley (So?) so I crush MC's to guacamole
me out Remember Pun? Terror Squad I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis, the God of War like Mars That leave MC's smashed
ice, E-Class Ladies screamin' Jigga, you know we ease that Flowin' out like Jees-ass Jay-Z and me holdin' the mic So, when you like you find mc's so
his artist If the game was a tray full of ice cubes then I'll be the coldest and the hardest The last MC that dissed me, blood on the ceiling, blood on
hearted give it all Pull your socks up and stand up tall Can`t run the marathon without trainin' Or stretch the arsehole without strainin' Too much hype not enough brain
the mummy's do love these MC's So the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree I'm movin' up so I'm celebratin' The girls off the brain but I'm educated
crosses on me, I watch hate - I got shooters that are watching for me. (RIFF) PROFESSOR GREEN: I'm heavy, I'm colder, better me know, sir, I can tear apart mc
you never seen Before I come around it was cock it and shoot MC's being cocky and rude Then I moved to some deep concepts in my tunes Monitor my brain
2step? (Wot do you call it 2step?) Wot do you call it, tell us what you call it then Why do that think I'm stupid I got brains, I could never be stupid
it From the lyrical, bitch made niggaz are invisible Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face The fuckin' cynical shit brains (The fuck in your brain