Once upon John thinking on this

MC's just don't know

That the best will never contest my flow

Hieroglyphics the fly bros rip sh*t for ya

And watch you stumble as I kicks it

I blow ya away

Like a sailboat you fail quote some of my sh*t

to try and get props

But no they got butt flow

What bro

Can handle the pressure from my gut blow

I appear as a foundation laced in your face

That there will be no replacin

So trace your tracks or face the mack

Cuz I got your girlfriend and ain't no takin her back

Word

I got it like that, so if you strike back

Steal, or don't say sh*t

I play with brains

Your thought train is often hijacked and rearranged

We became the fly macks

It's like that, cuz we got it like that (8X)

What a little way to express the anger

Ya done pressed the stranger, danger

Might change a wrong to right

Yet a song I write will shed new light as you fight

And fuss with us so we must discuss

Busting your brain right open

And you strain I'm hoping

Enquiring minds turn out d**e men, but the potion

Was not potent enough to fade the master yet

Since you have no kryptonite, I get to rip the mic

I flip like side B, hit a comp wield and tear apart

we'll be-havin babboon

They'll be cravin the tunes

Sooner than the Sun Times on a new day

But who they, I got a bobby pin, so I can rob you men

And be driver, of how I come, with my gum

slander, and demand a man to think

Cuz I can stop and wait, while others contemplate

the theories and when they hear these the fear beez

tremendous, but I won't amend this, endless

time is spent to rhyme, when I'm lit

Get a creative urge, then I sit

And muster clusters of creation we placed in

your face when I bust you

It's like that, cuz we got it like that (16X)