My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on. We're comin with the limericks and we're comin' strong. And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme. When it comes to keep it real I keep it really wrong. At the risk of sounding crass I would like to mention. That I am well aware of your wack intentions. To usurp my prose you so and so. It's my primary bone of contention. I tell you everybody I've had it. With all these people with static. I'll go insane if it don't rain. Sucker MC's are problematic. I love it when you hit those switches. A curve ball's what my pitch is. So here we here we come. Like dum ditty dum. I keep all five boroughs in stitches. The sound sounds sweeter through the echolex. It'll spin you around and throw you in a hex. Until you feel no pain inside your brain. All your worries are soothed by the sound effects. Read it in the Post and the Daily News. Listen everybody let's show improve. Don't let me begin about heroin. Living six feet deep just ain't the move. We're giving you soul power. I like it sweet and sour. When it comes to rhymes and beat designs. I'm at the control tower. Tell me what makes you so afraid. Of all those people you say you hate. Just give it one time for your mind.