That’s right

That's right

This is actual fact, it’s not an act, it’s been proven indeed

That’s right, No doubt, What’s that all about?

This is actual fact, it’s not an act, it’s been proven indeed

That’s right, No doubt, What’s that all about?

When you say the name X, think synonymous with fame

Only drawn love off the mention of my name

I got a rhyme or two left then I’ma blend to the side

Go out on top like Jim Brown in his peak

I get wreck, like, every week and get my freak on

Who dares to speak on?

My armed forces recon, penetratin' like decon

Guerilla tactics, stage theatrics

She’s layin' on the mattress, I’m hikin' up the black dress

Finesse called on me to bless, I pulled the S off of my varsity sweater

Fine-tuned to the letter

So, let’s make these stacks and max, relax with wax to tracks

Receive facts with my picture in a cowboy hat

Now, top that, ayo, kid, top that

Kid got blown away at exactly where you’re sittin'

Just the other day, but nobody’s admittin' to the crime

I’m an MC, not an M.D., the best in history

Or maybe one of the top three, says myself, no diggedy

I be synonymous to king, fling niggas to the mat

Like an acrobat, flippin' the mental ass-whippin'

To serve when I unnerve another wack jack imposter tryna fraud

You gots to get the fuck down with the Lord Finesse

Whether you think you’re pimp status or the best

Mad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it for what it’s worth

I’ve been a hip-hopper from birth

Try to disrespect and get your ass played up like a Smurf

I’m runnin' over the track, type of nigga to stack

One million, hit my moms and then fuckin' make a trillion to start

Showin' the world who’s the man with the heart

That’s about to blast off on these kids that’s mad soft

Don’t fuck with Large Professor or you’ll get your ass dwarfed

So, uh, say no more, them niggas that’s the raw

Large Profess', Lord Finesse and 'Dat X for the tour

And Grand Puba, who’s probably comin' back from Aruba

With the skill to build, I’m sayin', “Peace, y’all niggas chill”

This is actual fact, it’s not an act, it’s been proven indeed

That’s right, No doubt, What’s that all about?

This is actual fact, it’s not an act, it’s been proven indeed

That’s right, No doubt, What’s that all about?

This is actual fact, it’s not an act, it’s been proven indeed

That’s right, No doubt, What’s that all about?

This is actual fact, it’s not an act, it’s been proven indeed

That’s right, No doubt, What’s that all about?

Dig it, I be that nigga with the creamy-ass rhyme flow

My shit’s so hot, I’ll burn the ass of an Eskimo

I’m sayin', though, it be the grand flippin' flam

Givin' love to my fans and you know this, man

My composition leaves competition wishin'

They can't be in my position 'cause I did it with no ass-kissin'

"I'll Be There" like Michael Jackson

And "You Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough"

And I'll be damned if my nose drop

I speak actual facts on how I feel

Don't worry, baby, with Puba, there's no waitin' just to exhale

I bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters

Keep niggas movin' like a fuckin' escalator

Because it's poetry in motion, Puba keep it smooth like lotion

Keepin' MCs lost like Billy Ocean

Dig what I'm sayin'? I be a buck 85 on the weigh-in

Check it, It goes dip-dip divin', check who you're sizin'

It's the wise civilizin', pockets still risin'

When I drop it, I'm futuristic like fiber optics

Didn’t buy my album? You played yourself, should've copped it

None could beat my elite rhymes

Throwing up your hands, kid? Hah, that better be a peace sign

You don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it

When we do our thing, niggas spread the word like informants

We’re still advancin', skills enhancin'

We got opponents shook and offbeat like white people dancin'

We’re too bugged, true thugs quick to get in that ass in ways

That homos wouldn’t approve of

I’m not yappin', just rappin', don’t care if you’re gold or platinum

Don’t think it can’t happen

Whether with a beat or acapella, it’s the mic Rockefeller

Strictly out for the mozzarella

Fuck guns and toolies, we don't portray movies

It's yours truly that's smoothly, still sounds groovy

You can’t do me or diss me, don’t try to get with me

My style is tricky like spellin' Mississippi

Strictly, come and get me if you could flip me

If this flow was whiskey, I'd have you motherfuckers tipsy

The ghetto type players that caters flavors to you spectators

The Rhymesayers, catch you later

This is actual fact, it’s not an act, it’s been proven indeed

That’s right, No doubt, What’s that all about?

This is actual fact, it’s not an act, it’s been proven indeed

That’s right, No doubt, What’s that all about?

This is actual fact, it’s not an act, it’s been proven indeed

That’s right, No doubt, What’s that all about?

This is actual fact, it’s not an act, it’s been proven indeed

That’s right, No doubt, What’s that all about?

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