Ho, ha, ha, ho, ha, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ho, ha, ha, hop! Yeah. Check, one, two, one, two, one, check, check, one, two, one, two, one, two, one, two, one, two, one. The levels, the levels, the levels good, the levels good, the levels are good. Yeah, yeah. Check, check, check, check, two, four, four. Here I am, standing in my beagle stance. I got my NAMS here, brunts down the leg of my pants. I got my 54-11s and my Kangaroo on bamboo earrings. And my bengals on, yeah. Word up, the girl look good. I'm an 80s baby, paid it for. Look at my road chain. Now check my belt buckle, put my gazelles on my eyes. Now I'm looking for trouble. I need a soldier to sack and then pack it. We can't even talk if you can't fit a magnum. I'm fresh to death when it comes to fashion. See, I switched up to my 8-ball jacket. And my spandex got me stopping traffic. Baby, not for nothing, I'm a walking accident. They catch me with flash every time I'm passing them. It's time for some, time for some, time for some. Niggas, bring your guns and your knives along. Remy Miles on the microphone. The levels, the levels, the levels is good. The levels is good, the levels is good. Niggas, bring your guns and your knives along. Remy Miles on the microphone. The levels, the levels, the levels is good. The levels is good, the levels is good. Yeah, Remy on the rock. How hard is that? I'm from the BX, Broadway, it started at. We had jams in the park, mother***er, disco. Everybody smoking joints, sip the Cisco. Two turntables and a microphone, full throttle. I pull up in an Alfa Romeo Milano. System banging, driving reckless. Like I don't give a *** about my BBSs, yo. Check this, I hopped out with my ass cheeks showing through my sword. The pastor's only got one chance to make a first impression. Spit like Big Pun and KRS-One mixed. My flow sick, but it's more than rapping. First chick try to front, first chick I'm smacking. Oh, some rapping and ***, bitch, I ain't laughing. It's time for some, time for some, time for some. Niggas, bring your guns and your knives along. Remy Miles on the microphone. The levels, the levels, the levels is good. The levels is good, the levels is good. Niggas, bring your guns and your knives along. Remy Miles on the microphone. The levels, the levels, the levels is good. The levels is good, the levels is good. Big Remy, he a boombocca. I'm like, all I really need is my boombocca. We can get it popping, I'm doing the whopping. He one, two step, I like it, ain't no stopping. All the fellas saying, the ladies saying. Yeah, MC means move the crowd. I'm ***ing dope fresh to death, cold chilling. And I'm tipping on C-Ocean. It's Friday night, and I just got paid. I ain't dressed up for nothing, I'm trying to get laid. I'm trying to get shorty over there with the fade. By the end of the night, you say my name. But the light is all in my face. And I'm really feeling like I'm a star on stage. Flash it, everybody pose, because it's about time. Niggas, bring your guns and your knives along. Remy Miles on the microphone. The levels, the levels, the levels is good. The levels is good, the levels is good. Niggas, bring your guns and your knives along. Remy Miles on the microphone. The levels, the levels, the levels is good. The levels is good, the levels is good.