I'm a true one, I am a true fool stick I'm a true one, I am a true fool stick I'm a true one, I am a true fool stick So beast of this fool, beast of that fool And a true fool, that fool is what I dub you I'm a true one, I am a true fool stick So sick fool, this is my lyrical style, should we kick? Rock and roll, rock and roll What's up with hip-hop, reggae? Kick some soul, I'll be a brave man, like Captain K, man Bunga bunga, yappa yappa Oh snap, holy rapper, what's an apple? The capital P-O-C is on a flip-zip, so hip-hip-hooray Move out my way and check out what I cock-a-doodles do Say it's true, I needed psychiatric help When I was small, I had Pop-Fu on my nameplate belt Then at last, left the sucker-tache, I waste no more time Be my doodle, Yankee Doodle, came up with a rhyme That was wild, bug, delirious, loony Damn, it's hittin' hard, that's word To Jerry Cody knockin' heads off shoulders Rippin' them clean, you can even ask Diddy You know what I mean, cause I'm a True one, I am a true fool stick So sick fool, this is my lyrical style, should we kick? Mocks on wax grip, this ain't no demo Don't even try to flesher or play with my mental Contender, Apollo, time for a training chat Agenda, the M-O, also the Asian Mac In fact, I will attract the shock *** A true fool stick Classified as a croc, knew the grip Now the gimmick to the limit, I'm sick and fused I got a violent from the SS Fool core, wait for a taste Over-oriented, too truthful, no haste As I pace, gaggle-gaggle, nanu-nanu Styles that you haven't come to fool-snick to Psych, wait a minute, you thought that I was finished Beginning in a hum, ending in a beat drum Beat, you're lacking, it's coming from the drop Side-by-side, third stage is the mock Unifying lyrics until my tongue drops Considered as an MC clip, though Techniques could be beat, you think so? Hell no Reparation on the scene, like a lyrical ninja Massacre these zany boy style styles I enhance you in a dimension, as I mentioned A true fool stepping, all attention to the making Styles that I'm taking with me, blessing ever-flipping Asian that is hitting hard Until my cup runneth over like a boat But like a boat that never told ya The M.O. is in control of Oriental styles to compile or get with Fiend as I hold the mic with a tight grip Slip, slip, slip That's what you get when you mess around With my true fool-snick I'm a true what? I am a true fool-snick I'm a true what? I am a true fool-snick I'm a true what? I am a true fool-snick Does it move? Does it follow? Who's style should we pick? I'm a true what? I am a true fool-snick I'm a true what? I am a true fool-snick I'm a true what? I am a true fool-snick Does it move? Does it follow? Who's style should we pick?