Inflation of the blunt rhymes calls for infiltration of the
Front lines, eat a punk like pork rinds
Roll trashy emcees up, puff and pull another toke out
Stomp `em out like the great american smoke out
I vote against another weeded emcee
Next one I see will be a bleeding emcee
Intensified, I blow up the wack
Fools, make a narcoleptic an insomniac.
Mom he`s fat, mom he`s fat, let me buy his tape!
Ten years from now Showbiz`ll dig in my crates
`Cause all the dope breaks i have in my room
Japanese bamboo flute?
Damn, didn`t think I would have it
Now every other DJ out there is gonna` grab it
Or give me some records to sample, I don`t need those
Cool wit me though, my shit`s tight like Speedos
Pick up the pieces, puzzle pieces, check the new releases
Ask what the stink is, it`s me, I`m the shit like feces
I need these rhymes and metaphors
`Cause like Kool Keith said I`ll make `em better for
The break beats I use to fuse with
Kids `cause they did, pop the fucking lid
Competition has expired like milk in your mama`s fridge
You ain`t a soap opera, so stop all the drama, kid
Jump out the box like a mug named Jack
Named after what your rhymes are worth, you worthless mack
I got stacks of new material
The inferior will try to get to the interior
Inside I keep the secret laboratory
Like Mad Professor I guess the scrolls are on the second story
Don`t bore me with wack production
I will call for destruction shit`s tight like stuffing
Shit`s tight like a virgin, you heard men screaming
Possessed by the demon out of Jersey you heard me
With the on-and-off drums, I come correct
Like Alex Trebec catching wreck like a broke neck
Double metaphors affecting how I`m mic checking
One, two, as if I couldn`t count
Bounce like a fat check or a fat chick on a trampoline
I trample fiends who deem it necessary to bury bones
Of the skeletons in my closet
I had the beat and lost it
Frost it like a cake with the flavor of the month
Tell me what you want... tell me what you want, don`t front
I`ll bring you what you desire with no perspire-ation
But I`ll lose patience if you ask for G-Funk
Fuck the P-funk, I`m coming with the elephant trunk
Of rhymes for your ass, you better catch it hold your mitt tight
Shit`s tight, shit`s tight, the shit is tight
