Rhyme the Rhyme Well

Hey, could you please pass me the peas?
The game of hip hop representing Manhattan
Serving MC's on a platter like baked Alaskan
And let me get a tissue if you think you're gonna sneeze
'Cause when I start to rhyme, I rhyme the rhyme well
'Cause when I start to rhyme, well, I rhyme the rhyme well
And when I get the feeling, I feel the feel swell
Well, I'm MCA with a story to tell
And when I get the feeling, I feel the feel swell
And when I rock the crowd, I rock the crowd well
Shh, you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton, E.F. shh
I'm rehashin' and ain't maskin'

Simmer in the pan 'cause, I ain't a flashin'
Down those hatches, stop procrastin'
Now push the pause button, then start ducking
Oh, you didn't know, I got the flow
I bought my Grandma a brand new broach
I'm not even asking, "Yo what's cracking?"

Came back down but still not stopping
Well, I'm Mike D with a story to tell
And when I start to rhyme, well, I rhyme the rhyme well

'Cause I'm a craftsman, who ain't fastin'
I'll take you to task everyone of ya'll draftsman
So start packing 'cause I'm back in

Oh, with the cornbread stuffin', with the Blimpie Bluffin
I'm the player and the coach, I'm no roach
Mother fuckin' Yosi with his goddamn muffins
And when I rock the crowd, the crowd, we all yell
Keepin' it top notch, beyond passing

Bringin' the beat back and keepin' it lastin'
Hutton shh, Hutton shh, Hutton shh, Hutton shh

I could sing, rap, dance in just one show
And when I get the feeling, I feel the feel swell

Went to the top and never went pop and
I'm party crashin' so you better batten