Hand me a little bit of umm orange pineapple juice. I'ma sip on it check it out. I got a rhyme you got a rhyme. But my rhyme is better than yours. (repeat 2X). U-A-C they get they P's and. No I.D. be gettin his P's and. The Late Show they get they P's and. ProfessaNots they get they P's and. Peep the maneuver how bout the Heim-lich. I rhyme sick and you can get the duck coon. I'm the shit you're shit out of luck tough. I'm the act to follow housing kids like Ronald. Mac like Donald Goines flows I change like coins. Choyoyoyyoyoyyng choyoyoyyyyng choyoyoyoyyyyyng. I draw a crowd like blood with the 'pint of' technique. and everybody there be like "YEAH!". Cause cain't near a nig dat'll say 'Whoomp There It Is'. I'm like a mom on section 8 over-bearing kids. shit they be like "Com-mon!" That's my muhfucka true. Youse a hamburger I'ma Fudrucker. askin me to lettuce ketchup knowin you can't cut the mustard. So where's the beef jerky?. I'm as Worthy as James not that good with names. but I do remember your face from someplace this is one taste. of Chicago we got mo' many mo' many mo' many mo' flavors. Don't just come to me go ask thy neighbor-I'm-a-hood takin niggaz. under. on the tundra cause "they're plain they're plain" (Fantasy Island). I'm on a plateau that is fat so. It's just a fan-tasy for the fans to see. how I land I'm grand like a finale. I'm goin back to Cali (why?) cause Cali got bitches check it. Aiyyo Dart this is a sickness. Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo dee-da-da ah-eh-da-da. Dee-da-da-da-DOO-doo dee-da-da dee-da-da. South Side rock on and. The West Side we gotta rock on and. Hey yo Chicago we gotta rock on and. The East coast you gotta rock on and. The West coast you gotta rock on and. ah down South you gotta rock on and. Check it... "Now you can go!". Mister Pussy Emcee just get on gone. Get on gone you pussy MC!. Steppin to me with them dirty feet you'll get defeated. like Kunta Kinte I'm kin to align crew. My great great grandpap done been through. so much it's in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga. So I figure like a father... that I'ma Turn This Mutha Out. But Common you ain't hittin in New York. I don't know what you thought hops but chief I got tall props. Some cats think I'm six feet I'm so deep. Some stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo' my shit be hittin like switches. Bitches ask why my britches sag. I ask the bitches "Why your titties saggin?". Put your nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastses. I can get down d-d-d-down like pessimist. Ring the Alarm I got Charm like a neck-a-lace. Tell me true statues had to move they neck to this. Didn't you didn't you... and it and it and it. and it don't stop bust it. "Gotta crew ya better tell em" --> Keith Murray.