Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'
Five plus five you know that equals to ten
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke [Incomprehensible]
MC's must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'
Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled
I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital
They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Well I'm on fire, fire, fire
Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it, somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
The head tranzlator and leave the forty to be naughty in the refrigerator
Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site
Boof baf, never boy, duck
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic, cool
Some write forward, some write backward
So hear the spirits, many fear, Sir New Stosser
Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five
Boof baf, I cut the block with gat-stops
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic, cool
Who used to rap on a Polaroid, here comes Father Joe
To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready
Said if you write with pencil you must write with pen
I used to play hookie just to see how good an MC was
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
You musta get it from the foreign land
You musta get it from the foreign land
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
So don't get caught on the fast lane, the fast lane
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Rhyme and cultural, style and never old
I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island
Some say boo! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans
Three, four, back she know before the track miss
With a verse that's worse than the last one
Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic up the block they ran
Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie
I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive
'Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
You listen to your lyrics in chime, your Panasonic
Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical
You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs
Hannibal heads, I be the kid from "Timbuktu"
But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of cooler
So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new
Pay the man to rhyme onto it
One, two, I throw a flow to catch it
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride
A just remain yourself and be the same
Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em
Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood
But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage
Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, yeah
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'
I came back with the bag 'cause that's my momma man
Smoke I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack
So let me re-light your viacom
Get the hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy
'Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'
And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman
And Hatians 'cause you thought I was American
Whose the originator, step up infiltrator, see you in the alligator
Stall MC's soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row
Say gun-man, say tell me where you get your damn gun from
I'm just patrollin', move off in the block
I fuck ya when style go, to wreck this static
I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo
We want to shoot up the old a Babylon
All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic
Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic, cool
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
This the new thing under the sun, when I come, I come
Back stabbin' traitor, tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with
You want to kill your own brother man
'Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company
Three, four, please the army, "Oh God", with Uzi's
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie
Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'
If you have a rooster you must have a hen
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
He said I bust a battle, aight, I still took a gun
Say gun-man, say tell me where you get your damn gun from
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and smoke
