the rest is empty with no brain, but the clever nerd
the best emcee with no chain ya ever heard.
take it from the tec-9 holder;
they bit and don't know their next shine from shinola.
everything that glitter ain't fish-scale,
let me think, don't let her faint, get ishmael.

a shot of jack got her back, it's not an act stack,
forgot about the cack-a-lack,
holla back, clack-clack-blocka
villainy, feel him in ya heart,
chakra chart toppa star shit stoppa be a smart shoppa,

shot a cop day around the way, 'bout to stay,
but who'd a know there's two mo'
that wonder "where the shooter go?"
'bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em
let 'em spit venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em.
let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice,
we make the joints that make 'em spread 'em butter moist.
man, please. the stage is made of panties.
from the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies,
hand me the dough rake, daddy, the flow make her fatty shake,
patty cake, patty cake.
for fake, if he was anita baker's man
he'd take her for her masters, hit it once and shake her hand,
on some ole thank ya ma'am and ghost her,
she could mind the toaster if she sign the poster,
a whole host of roller coaster riders,
not enough tracks? hot enough, black?
it's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
who shot ya? oooh, got you new spots to vandal?
do not stand still, both show skills,
close but no crills, toast for po' ills,
post no billscoast to coast joe schmoes flows ill,
go chill, not supposed to overdose, no doze pills
off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat
off sides like how worf(?) rides with starfleet
told ya, on some get rich shit
as he get older he gets colder tha a witch tit
this is it, make no mistakes, where my nigga go?
figaro, figaro!

o's beats and my rhymes attack,
a scary act,
all black like miss mary mack
wait till you see em live on the piano,
when doom sings soprano like: uno dos y'ano
my momma told me
blast him and pass her her glass of old e
not to be troublesome,
but i could sure use a quick shot of double rum.
no stick of bubble gum
i like ice cream
we could skip the wedding
have a nice dream
she only let him stick the head in.