(Who me?)
I shake your hand and shit'll hit the fan, just think
At the block party everybody jocked
I shall, proceed
Your lady tried to kick it, but I couldn't play my man
Used to make plots against the herringbone herb
Word is perfect, never ever shall you misinterpret
I can make you feel that I'm a surreal cartoon
Direct from Philly, the lands where niggas scheme
I can make Conan and the Titans clash
I can make a hundred yard line start to dash
I got my contract in 1993 and I shall proceed
Walking down the streets to the subway where I lay
Used to smash crash parties like I was disturbed
With records from 125th to Japan
Used to cut class in the infinite pursuit of ass
I laid them play like Johnny Hathaway
With my pistol in the face of hip hop, stick in your face
'Til the train stop then a nigga hop
Just think, what? What if you could, just blink, what?
I'm representing philly on the 28th of June
Back in eighty-seven, easy with the chics I was a chocolate boy
I move styles like bowels so now you know I'm worth it
I shall, proceed
And continue to rock the mic
I can Metallica and Guns 'N Roses crash
Raised in the cellar with the rhythm like Ella
My niggaz is my niggaz ya see, she didn't understand
Johnny on the spot, got the rhythm and the rhyme
I wake up early in the morning, I mean early afternoon
I be the 5 foot 7, residing at the mecca lesson south section
Malik B get on the mic, yo, there's too much on my mind
Break a lyrical hymn of the stem like boom
It's the MC sucka niggaz envy
And like a nerd I can make you say, "He's superb"
I shall, proceed
Fuckin' with The Roots you know them niggaz is the dime
I'm flyer when I'm higher put my shit up on a tomb
I shall, proceed
Malik get on the mic, there's too much on my mind
That nigga represented on the 28th of June
So you know I got the sheen in my gleam
Because I'm on a paper chase, yes, I'm on a paper chase
(Say what?)
I can make a whole lake of fish start to splash
Used to do the pop dance to the planet rock
And shake a hand, shake a hand
And continue to rock the mic
And continue to rock the mic
My Timberlands are fully laced I be the Mr. Boogeyman
But now, all I do disperse the verb
Jeff X can rock the mic with tooth decay
Just blink yourself away?
