Pass me the mic (what) it's my time to flow (Get crazy) if your cravin' for more Pass me the mic (what) it's my time to flow (Get crazy) act like ya know
(rap)Straight on point my guidance only God anoints My intellect a V-8 where the
fuel injects infected that is the scheme as this so called dream cause the
suckers are all pullin' for the so called cream you ain't nada Go back to your
mama and dada ha ha ha (haha) whatever Get down wit da sound scream out loud
get your hands pumpin' to the funky sound keepin' it cool from oldskool to
newskool Funkdafied by the nation of zulu check it in 86 I got my ones
and twos fro Radio Shack but still cool and never was faded hated your styles
too mild like fakin' a child Get off your trip and watch me as I go back wild
Givin' you a dose of what ya know so just jump and get crazy like I told you so...
(rap)They call me a happy Jappy but I'm not so happy I ain't a Jappy but a
funky Mickey Fickey un chino un chino mas fino don't you ever mistake me for a
bambino A truly down B-Boy from da west coast rockin' da house from coast to
coast from poplock to bebop and all da way to Hip Hop I rock da dance floor non-stop
well it's the shure shot ill players frontin' what I got bodies of mc's layin'
left to rot heed the rhymes of this lyrical info ya know check out the gist or
prepare to get smoked representin' Hip Hop in the Truest formula representin'
all not one style in particular Givin' you a dose of what ya know so just jump
and get crazy like I told you so...
(rap)Word is bond Got it going on feeling is strong Rockin' the mic until break
of down can't you see I'm the homie you wanna be so give it up to me you know
I'm OG when i step in the room the room goes ka boon girls be shouting and I be
watchin' all the time but the time has got to be the right time is now take
control of your body & soul and let go ya gonna mess with me I'll put a
foot on your grass I'm gonna put ya in the dirt have ya screamin' like ya hurt
As I break of a smirk I'll have ya runnin' for the hills cause I'll be rushing
like the buffalo Bills I disperse the verse with no curse I rehearse the words
that I choose to bust I'm always first so peep as I creep on down to your
subliminal leaving you clueless just like a smooth criminal
Pass me the mic (what) it's my time to flow (Get crazy) if your cravin' for more Pass me the mic (what) it's my time to flow (Get crazy) act like ya know
(rap)Straight on point my guidance only God anoints My intellect a V-8 where the
fuel injects infected that is the scheme as this so called dream cause the
suckers are all pullin' for the so called cream you ain't nada Go back to your
mama and dada ha ha ha (haha) whatever Get down wit da sound scream out loud
get your hands pumpin' to the funky sound keepin' it cool from oldskool to
newskool Funkdafied by the nation of zulu check it in 86 I got my ones
and twos fro Radio Shack but still cool and never was faded hated your styles
too mild like fakin' a child Get off your trip and watch me as I go back wild
Givin' you a dose of what ya know so just jump and get crazy like I told you so...
(rap)They call me a happy Jappy but I'm not so happy I ain't a Jappy but a
funky Mickey Fickey un chino un chino mas fino don't you ever mistake me for a
bambino A truly down B-Boy from da west coast rockin' da house from coast to
coast from poplock to bebop and all da way to Hip Hop I rock da dance floor non-stop
well it's the shure shot ill players frontin' what I got bodies of mc's layin'
left to rot heed the rhymes of this lyrical info ya know check out the gist or
prepare to get smoked representin' Hip Hop in the Truest formula representin'
all not one style in particular Givin' you a dose of what ya know so just jump
and get crazy like I told you so...
(rap)Word is bond Got it going on feeling is strong Rockin' the mic until break
of down can't you see I'm the homie you wanna be so give it up to me you know
I'm OG when i step in the room the room goes ka boon girls be shouting and I be
watchin' all the time but the time has got to be the right time is now take
control of your body & soul and let go ya gonna mess with me I'll put a
foot on your grass I'm gonna put ya in the dirt have ya screamin' like ya hurt
As I break of a smirk I'll have ya runnin' for the hills cause I'll be rushing
like the buffalo Bills I disperse the verse with no curse I rehearse the words
that I choose to bust I'm always first so peep as I creep on down to your
subliminal leaving you clueless just like a smooth criminal
Pass me the mic (what) it's my time to flow (Get crazy) if your cravin' for more Pass me the mic (what) it's my time to flow (Get crazy) act like ya know
(rap)Straight on point my guidance only God anoints My intellect a V-8 where the
fuel injects infected that is the scheme as this so called dream cause the
suckers are all pullin' for the so called cream you ain't nada Go back to your
mama and dada ha ha ha (haha) whatever Get down wit da sound scream out loud
get your hands pumpin' to the funky sound keepin' it cool from oldskool to
newskool Funkdafied by the nation of zulu check it in 86 I got my ones
and twos fro Radio Shack but still cool and never was faded hated your styles
too mild like fakin' a child Get off your trip and watch me as I go back wild
Givin' you a dose of what ya know so just jump and get crazy like I told you so...
(rap)They call me a happy Jappy but I'm not so happy I ain't a Jappy but a
funky Mickey Fickey un chino un chino mas fino don't you ever mistake me for a
bambino A truly down B-Boy from da west coast rockin' da house from coast to
coast from poplock to bebop and all da way to Hip Hop I rock da dance floor non-stop
well it's the shure shot ill players frontin' what I got bodies of mc's layin'
left to rot heed the rhymes of this lyrical info ya know check out the gist or
prepare to get smoked representin' Hip Hop in the Truest formula representin'
all not one style in particular Givin' you a dose of what ya know so just jump
and get crazy like I told you so...
(rap)Word is bond Got it going on feeling is strong Rockin' the mic until break
of down can't you see I'm the homie you wanna be so give it up to me you know
I'm OG when i step in the room the room goes ka boon girls be shouting and I be
watchin' all the time but the time has got to be the right time is now take
control of your body & soul and let go ya gonna mess with me I'll put a
foot on your grass I'm gonna put ya in the dirt have ya screamin' like ya hurt
As I break of a smirk I'll have ya runnin' for the hills cause I'll be rushing
like the buffalo Bills I disperse the verse with no curse I rehearse the words
that I choose to bust I'm always first so peep as I creep on down to your
subliminal leaving you clueless just like a smooth criminal