All right, east side, big dogs, oh yeah, uh, yeah, we coming through with this, you know what I'm saying, on that same vibe, you know what I'm saying, I mean, when you get to this mic, when you see this microphone, you gotta see this microphone as your woman, your plate of food, you know what I'm saying, whether it's soul food, western, whatever it may be, here we go, yo, uh, yo,
leaving niggas with nothing to say, go on, partners and compadres, menu for today, happens to be the MC, with a slice of ham and a sunny side, I choose a new style to play, me and James Ingram found more than a hundred ways, say, say, say what, me and my niggas came to parlay, you couldn't * with us tomorrow or today, lay back, keep it smooth, Marvin Gaye way, * banging harder than my AK spray, never cuss those who play your hey, hey, hey,
eventually,
you'll come around my way, like I said, nothing to say, you fake niggas stray away like the mind of a child born into KKK, ain't a dollar sign out there to match my resume, but if you insist, I'll take a million today, save the other ten for me, stutter, stutter rap, bringing it back, just let, you niggas who lack originality, I'm bringing it back for y'all niggas who lack originality, every copy you'll skip, bust off from here to Palm, my * remains a bomb,
because you never hippin'
I keep it bangin' in yourau nhng apune
I keep it bangin' in your poussnes

Remain the bomb diggy-dey-dey-dey
Keep it bangin' in your pou na pou na
I ain't applyin' to board
When I die use my funk for ya carry-carry-ya-uk-fa
Red tarp
Come down
I keep it bangin' in your pou na pou na
I ain't applyin' to board
I keep it bangin' in your pou na pou-ai-nei-
I keep it banging in your pou-na pou-na

Keep it bangin' in your pou-na pou-ai-nei....
I was illing and cold chilling on the block
And willing to let y'all niggas get away with the trash you spilling
But I ain't gon' float and be they life preserver
Play the police, turn this art to murder
Word up, we'd rather stay a unheard of
To the common observer who claim they heard of
Keep my fans forever learners, my plans forever hand to burner
Understand you the man, but I'm truck turner
Watchin', watchin', B-E-B-E-T on mute while I write the verse up
Try not to curse up, we the big dogs
You the first pup who stuck, spit in the illy
Yo, for realie, a broke hustler
Makin' y'all willy style look silly while I kill a will
Or be killed by lyrical drill
Ain't a competitor with better the skill, for real
Now that you know the time, do you feel
Me enough to put me on your $50 bill?
Anyway, back to your puna puna
We was conversatin' on how to make your puna
Spreadin' and lovin' your body
And my lifelong journey of pederosexuality
For real, give it to me, darling
Leavin' them fake niggas starvin' for a bargain
My *, my *, my *

It's never for free, beg your pardon
Leavin' them niggas with nothin' to say
Who keeps it bangin' in your show gets puna puna, nay
Remain the bomb, diggy day, day, baby
Keep it bangin' in your puna puna
When I die, use my funk for your carry, carry your O-O-K-A-A
Sing it now
Remain the bomb, diggy day, day, baby
Keep it bangin' in your puna puna
When I die, use my funk for your carry, carry your O-O-K-A-A
Remain the bomb, diggy day, day, baby
Keep it bangin' in your puna puna, nay
Word up, Socrates in the house
Bout to turn it on now
Word up, niggas a sin, niggas a speach
Word up
They can't * with my style
Where we go?
Check me out
For the time ticks on through the early morning breaks of dawn
I'm an emperor whose empire crushes the porn
I gave birth to a novel scene, still in the cream
Blow out your smoke screen
So nigga freeze cause it's MC and never read the grade
Can't have a punk spilling head cheese
Socrates a felon
In this rap game rebelling and rock stadiums like Van Helen
Or Ruth Springsteen, what is war good for, my nigga?
Even when cash rules, you still lose, my nigga
Quoting the words of a shoddy
Where who is becomes who was and who could've been
Will never be somebody
All I want's a green in my jean
The earth is mean so I plot mad * schemes
Wild for the night, * being polite, my nigga
You're drowning in * creek without a fight
What, some more psych *?
You wanna battle?
Touch the mic
And see how close you might
Get a busting missile flick
And send you back to your dimension of wackness
Storage blocking in with a backflip
So then the beat becomes shank
Let the fat woman scream
It ain't over till I finish my skank, nigga
They call me for the time
They call me for the time
And if the time runs out
Then brother, you will get turned out
And if the clock keeps ticking
Then nigga, you will lose no doubt
If the time runs out
Then brother, you will get turned out


And if the clock keeps ticking
Then nigga, you will lose no doubt
And if the clock keeps ticking

If the time runs out
Then brother, you will get turned out
And if the clock keeps ticking
Then nigga, you will lose no doubt
Make money, money night and day
Followin' the footsteps
So you could flow the ack around the way
Everyday's a payday
Cooks are livin' the life
For kings in the ghetto
Emeralds and fat diamond rigs
Stay up late for a baby, but don't do nothing
Let a nigga know that you're rare
And quit playing Leonard Part 5
Recognize my rhyme
My valentines, they a deadly love
Powerful like daddy time
Keep checking your watch before I've tooken your home plate
I'm Jackie Robinson, you better dodge Brooklyn
My map will never crack
So * pussy butt and I got
Mother nature sucking my dick down to nothing
Ah, an asset to the ramen biz
My nigga, never ask me what time it is
I'll pick a quiz
And go sphinx on your ass and ask you
If a nigga falls in the ghetto
Will they harass you? And ask you
Sit and think a deadly venom starts to sink
To your * skin and melts to your link
The shaman, getting low on Tangeray
Flip the script on a A&R
Stifle him as RNA, promising
His comfort into the fool, but work
Some of the time, but word is born
The smoke, son, better be wiped
By tomorrow night, finito, capisce
Or I might have my way like Carlito
If the time runs out
Then brother, you will get turned out
And if the
Clock keeps ticking
Then nigga you will lose, no doubt
If the time runs out
Then brother, you will get turned out
And if the
Clock keeps ticking
Then nigga, you will lose, no doubt
If the time runs out
Then brother, you will get turned out
And if the
Clock keeps ticking
Then nigga, you will lose no doubt
If the time runs out
Then brother, you will get turned out
We'll get turned down
And if the clock keeps ticking
Nigga, you will lose no time
*