..* Ego Trip`s Book of Rap Lists; p. 114 *..
Music first..
Grand Puba - Step up front!
Ahh, Milk Dee - Step up front!
A Priority Posse - Step up front!
To my mom and my dad - Step up front!
Uhh, c`mon.. yeah, c`mon..
Yeah baby c`mon.. uh, c`mon..
[Verse One]
Let`s discuss this - listen while I bust this
It`s from the K, so hey you can trust this
rhyme ritual rap my rap spiritual
Pumpin and jumpin, from the max to the minimum
I don`t moan and groan, I take it on
For floozies I bone I just leave `em alone
I need a clear head in order for me to win it
so baby, Hold up - hey! Wait a minute!
Uhh, yeah.. uhh, c`mon..
Yeah baby c`mon now.. uhh, c`mon..
[Verse Two]
On the square - I`m not riffin like Andy Griffith
Just fed up, goin head up, with competition
Don`t excluse or place no restriction
Gotta qualify to be in my jurisdiction
Razzle, dazzle, burn you to a frazzle
Soon you say you don`t need the hassle
I`m too hard to be soft, too loud to be a duck
And if you are well then look tough luck
It`s not your world so don`t work at no resentment
Tryin to front on a three-hour rap segment
I`m the one so FUCK your attitude
I got a chip on my shoulder, plus I`m in a bad mood
You`re huffin, puffin, bluffin for nothin
Come out your face, word is bond I hurt somethin
Rockin your knot, puttin a wop in your bop
Hittin the spot, just like an insulin shot
So whassup Hobbes? I`m all in it
Hold up - hey! Wait a minute!
Yeah.. uhh, yeah baby c`mon..
Uh, c`mon..
[Verse Three]
Well uhh, boom batter, sissies don`t matter
Sorry homeboy my pockets is gettin fatter
The chain gets thicker, the records come quicker
Your girl keeps comin around I`m gonna stick her
So plan your prevention I`m the best in your dimension
Don`t cause static and I don`t like tension
Cellophone sissies - I see through ya
Every rhyme you say I`ll outdo ya
I`m an MC please I`m not a microphone teaser
Got more rhymes than meat in your freezer
So don`t debate it, or complicate it
Appreciate the fact new jacks, I made it
Yeahhhh boy, believe it`s true
What I`ve done many wants to do
My rhymes are sufficient, also suffice
No matter how you put it they`re plain just nice
Takes time to be written, pull fully intact
I never had to front I got too much back
Well I said things changed ever since I got in it
so, Hold up - hey! Wait a minute!
Uhh, if it ain`t rough it ain`t right
If it ain`t loose it`s tight
and if it ain`t black it`s white
So c`mon, maintain your aggression
and use some discretion
And I`ma get wreck in just about onnnnnnnne second
[Verse Four]
Positive, the gentleman, the rapper
Intelligent, clean cut, dapper
Blowin out scales on the rhyme barometer
Raisin temperatures upon the hip-hop thermometer
Commercial - controversial`s not my image
I`m roughin up rappers just like a, football scrimmage
Put `em to a test, see what they can commit
And if they can`t take an order like my dog - sit!
Girls I want - yeah I can get `em
Shakespeare? Couldn`t shoot a rap better
Got a way with words, that could seduce you
When you find out honey, you just got loose
Word to the mother, mother to the word
It`s not absurd by what you just heard
I rock `em, wrote `em, long like a totem pole
Baby God bless your soul
I choose `em, flooze `em, bang `em, bruise `em
Send `em to the next man then I excuse `em
I`m the Positive, not the interrogative
with a lot to take and a hell of a lot to give
But umm, people changed ever since I got in it so
Hold up - hey! Wait a minute!
Uhh, yo I wanna say whassup to the crew
To Audio Two, and MC Lyte
Also the Alliance
And to the Hillside Posse, yo we outta here!
But c`mon on.. yeah, c`mon now..
Yeah baby c`mon.. uhh, c`mon..
Yeah..
