Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie Harris
You`re Eating Crazy Cheese Like You`d Think I`m From Paris
You Know I Get Fly You Think I Get High
You Know That I`m Gone And I`m A Tell You All Why
So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I`m Missing
The Reason That You`re Smiling or Wilding
So Listen In My Head I Just Want To Take `em Down
Imagination Set Loose And I`m Gonna Shake `em Down
Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide
When I Get On I Like To Ride And Glide
I`ve Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y`all
I Get Props At My Mention `Cause I Vex Y`All
So What`cha Want
I get So Funny With The Money That You Flaunt
I said Where`d You Get Your Information From Huh?
You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes
Yeh, You Can`t Front On That
Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man
I`m Like Spoonie Gee Well I`m The Metropolitician
You Scream And You Holler About My Chevy Impala
But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around Your Collar
But Like A Dream I`m Flowing Without No Stopping
Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping
Goin` From Mic To Mic Kickin` It Wall To Wall
Well I`ll Be Calling Out You People Like A Casting Call
Well It`s Wack When You`re Jacked In The Back Of A Ride
With Your Know With Your Flow When You`re Out Getting By
Believe Me What You See Is What You Get
And You See Me I`m Coming Off As You Can Bet
Well I Think I`m Losing My Mind This Time
This Time I`m Losing My Mind
That`s Right, Said I Think I`m Losing My Mind This Time
This Time I`m Losing My Mind
Yeh, You Can`t Front On That
But Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk About
I`m Tired Of Driving It`s Due Time That I Walk About
But In The Meantime, I`m Wise To The Demise
I`ve Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Realize
Well I`m Dr. Spock I`m Here To Rock Y`All
I Want You Off The Wall If You`re Playing The Wall
I said What`cha Want
Y`All Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They Bounce
So I Reach Into My Pocket For The Fresh Amount
See I`m The Long Leaner Vincent The Cleaner
I`m The Illest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena
I`m As Cool As A Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce
You`ve Got The Rhyme And Reason But No Cause
Well If You`re Hot To Trot You Think You`re Slicker Than Grease
I`ve Got News For You Crews You`ll Be Sucking Like A Leach
You Can`t Front On That
So What`cha Want
