Here it comes, you'll hear it as though there it wasBut where was it when you needed it be called?You thought so the waistline when your waist rhymedSo it's gotta flow when it comes to fat beats and bass linesI heard the rumors and the fablesRemoving like the tumors on tablesRumors for the willing and the ableSo turn to the next Virginia manual and flim, flamAll over the damn jail loungeKick your ten little toes up at the edge of this razor bladeSave your spades as the groove plummets you to another dimensionMay I just mentionFences and mountains were all made for climbingAnd you're stuck to your crib like aluminum sidingHiding in the back is for crumbsAnd here it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesB-boy decoys will try to destroyDeploy the troops in black hoods and black bootsCaps get rocked only when they're fittedLyrics get dropped only when they're liftedSo swing to the swell of the vocal chords run amokWhat up, what up, I got mine and you got yoursPaws are back, the whippers fireAnd someone in the crowd yells, fire, fireWe don't need no water, let it burn, yo, burn, yoWe don't need no water, let it burnSo it burntLearn your lesson well, if I don't then I guess you get gel-swelledHeads go down like the sunAnd here it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it calmsHere it comesHere it calmsHere it calmsHere it calmsHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesReừngereTo the feet for the wipeTo the foals for the fumI smell the blood of an EnglandAnd the water is to the frontSmuffin', puffin' and puffin', sellin' his soulJ-E-L-L-O, you knowRoll with the squatter, makes backflips, stacks, hits upon discsSo play at your own risk, tsk, tsk, tskShould've used risks, and I sit in the field of the abyssInsist that your motor's on scrambleAnswer the beats and enter the sampleAmple flow is created by the years and the peers of crews and boosPerched on the front stoop, checkin' for the bass loopSo the troops roll out and the tolls are paid, said and doneAnd here it comesI said here it comesHere it comesKick it offHere it comesKick it offKick it offHere it comesHail them shoutouts on the remixTo my man T-Ray once againComing up with a flavorAnton LushanskyOn the drumsOn the guitarOn the two-fourWith his feet on the floorGiving mad shoutouts out to my peoples in BrooklynTo my peoples in QueensTo my peoples in the South BronxTo my peoples in BrooklynTo my peoples in L.A.To my peoples in CanadaTo my peoples in EuropeTo my peoples in SwedenTo my peoples in IsraelTo my peoples on the moonTo my peoples on the sunTo my peoplesTo my peoples on the moonAnd don't fall downYou're a * kidHeyHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesHere it comesI'm in a funky wayI'm in a funky way