Uh, going out to the Zulu Nation
You go out with the old and in with the new
I`m well-situated cause I know what to do
When the mic is in my hand see I just stand firm
And wreck shit so the next man learns
How do you flow? I never run out of breath
So much sould I had to step to the left
Because my style`s Abstract
See I form no definite picture but I get you anyway
And I like to say
You can play King Erisson and Have A Nice Day
I go on and on like inflation
Yeah, I shoot the gift on your radio station
I walk around uptown with my Dalmation
And when he`s hungry he eats Kennel Rations
Huh, I give good vibrations
From the Rockies to the Appalachians
Hit skins across the nation
But I won`t budge if she`s on her menstration
Yeah, I won`t swim in the red sea
Even if it`s so Betsy
Rode more saddles than Willie Shoemaker
It doesn`t take Diamond all day to make a
Hype slammin track, but I won`t never rush
The proof is in the pudding so hush
Well don`t smirk up your lips, where`d you get the audacity?
Give me five minutes and I`ll show you how it has to be
Dun, don`t front, you`re not the first or the last to be
Warned of the skills I possess the capacity
I catch wreck just like Butch Cassidy
So don`t sleep, moneygrip, or that ass`ll be
Out of the frying pan, into the fire
Now I`m dead on your ass like Spencer for Hire
Word, but I`m not on the take
Brothers start to shake when I dig in the crates
And create a hype plate that rotates
On 33, with the flavor of a hoe cake
Yeah, I keep ticking like a Timex
I go the whole nine, so if you reach a climax
Blame it on the boogie, blame it on the rhythm
Blame it on the vibe that I give `em
Yo, I used to smoke Newports, never toked on a Marlboro
See I`m from the Boogie and I`m proud, cause our borough
Was the first to take a five-second beat
Make it repeat, then it spread across the tri-borough
Living lovely, everything`s teriffic
I get wicked just like Wilson Pickett
So come again, come again my friend
If you live by the pen then you`ll die by the pen
I`m gonna live to be a senior citizen
Why? Because my shit is in
So come along on my musical journey
You don`t need a ticket, cause Diamond can kick it
Like Pele, way back in his heyday
Going out to Butterball and my cousin Ray Ray
Never did a bid, but I almost did
I use my head cause I`m one smart kid
I don`t own a Rolex but I absorb beats like a Kotex
And get funky just like Joe Tex
Word, see my rhymes make your brain tick
Brothers bump my tape because it`s not the same shit
That you heard last year or the past year
I ring bells at the cashier
Because I`m a fun going guy with the notty dreadlocks
I once lost a bill betting on the Red Sox
But that`s another topic, I used to cut rocket in the pocket
Three minutes and change, I`d better stop it
And I gotta give a shout out to G-Man, and Joe Control
Peace, I`m out
