When I come into the party, I look around Schedule left on the mic so I can throw down Clear my throat with the slightest cough Before you know it, the party kicks off Heartbeat like this, it keeps me moving in stride It's just the way I take it home, I make a party so loud Then I leave the stage, you know it's time to go Then they pat me on the back and say, wait, I rock and roll Why'd you sweat on my head? Got my squad on my butt Before you know it, the crowd wants another cut So I make my way before my mic gets cold Now you heard it, on to the next episode Episode, episode Now I got up on stage, busted a pose I fought all the fellas, gave the ladies a rose Said a few lines that was so damn deft It was a battle in Seattle, wouldn't have needed a ref Time to hear what I lent, make the money I spent And if the girl, he don't want it, I give it to the fam The fiction of the kitchen is my invention Wouldn't come to slayin' souls, no competition It seems I've been always braggin' and boastin' Climbin' up here while I'm cruisin' and coastin' Takin' my lock, now you call it a quote Cue the noise, on to the next episode Woo, you know what I'm sayin'? Kitchen is the next episode, baby, check this out My shin bones connectin' to my ankle bones Just like the mixers connectin' to my microphone Just like the old man gave a dog a bone So call me Loke, but you can call me Tone Now I like to interpret most rhymes that I write Never leave em' layin' around for a sucker to bite When I hear the music, can't wait to hit the studio Come up with something fresh to get through to ya Put it on wax, ship it to the store Waste of time to run, I better order some more It only takes a few days before the market gets cold So now, on to the next episode Woo, you know what I'm sayin'? Kitchen is the next episode, baby, check this out Give me a ball and I'll hoop it, cause I get stupid Drummer, I roll back and I shoot it like Cupid Increasing and breezin', the crowd, I'm pleasin' Achoo, excuse me for sneezin', I'm always winnin' While you're just grinnin' Drummer, I'm a-backin' about the money I'm spendin' But you're just nosy, ringin' around the rosy Tellin' my business to feel cozy Like Jesse Jackson, fight for action Keep it all in traction, we're satisfactin' The music is bold, that's why it's sold I'm told, on to the next episode You know it, you know what I'm sayin'? 80-80's great, but 80-9 is mine It's not filled with laughter, it's easier chapter You wanna do it, you have to wait till after the master gets loose I'm so rambunctious, that's the way my mind and body function They think they're much better, in this era You better get your girl away before I scare her I'm not a morgue, a punk, or a buster That's all, I get loose as a goose I'm a hip-hop boy, treat the rappers like a field And I'm a plow, even got a cat that does the chow-chow-chow Just dancin' in prayer for 22 years old Close the book, end of this episode Can you savor that flavor? On to the next episode There's no code, you know what I'm sayin'? Tone low, get full effect Goin' solo on your back, and I'm outta here I said I'ma lay