Vocab

You got the vocab?, I got the vocab, you got the vocab?, you know I got the vocab, You got the vocab? I got the vocab Hey yo pass the mic so I could show them I got the gift of gab Monkey see! monkey what! monkey monkey be your self Monkey see! monkey what! monkey monkey be your self Monkey see! monkey what! monkey monkey be your self Hey yo catch me when I'm sober but now I drink for the belt So pass the roots drink to the right side Make no mistake that the buzz is a natural high Accidents bring emergency mind your busy body He hit me I broke his nose the referee Mr. Fuji So hey to the Blue Jay mocking bird don't mock The last bird who mocked he got caught in my ruff neck chicken pot So Mr. Rooster give me a croo-ca-de-cru at 6:a.m. He looked at me and laughed and said my music wouldn't make F.M. Station you haitian you'll never get no where But I sweared on my grandmothers grave we'd be here So now when I back track I back draft a rhythm to make a nigga-run and leave his tongue back You think I'm cool I think you cruel so here's a shell cap On your gluteust maxcimist it leaves you handicap ra-ta-ta-tat You got the vocab?, I got the vocab, you got the vocab?, you know I got the vocab, You got the vocab? I got the vocab Hey yo pass the mic so I could show them I got the gift of gab Ho-bop-zo-bop leave the bop for the pope Ho-bop-zo-bop leave the bop for the pope Ho-bop-zo-bop leave the bop for the pope Boat people here we go Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho Some quest for the truth some boost they loot In search for some knowledge they come running in the woods And if I should to choose to be one then I would be a damm good hood With books and looks to cook My proof is in my pudding If I chill in the hood would you be saying that I'm hooding Now, let me exercise a new style that will brutalize MC's into a war path genocide Nobody move nobody get hurt it's a homicide So jump, jump punks ready to get snuck Evil Knievel was my man so I'm full of stunts I'm worse than Phills I'm just straight blunt Huh! me you try to light you get blast like nitrogen Running for mercy running for oxygen Battling me you better off committing suicide I shoot the lips so high I strip you of your carbon dioxide Rock a bye is the la la bye he be singing oh my Boof baf another son a go die What's the matter with the blackman? Black man! What's the matter with the blackman? Black man! Now a statistic so dreams deferred becomes realistic Bombastic, he's missed it you don't believe me, checked the psychic Emancipate your mind, don't set the limit reach the summit Free your spirit cause you're blunted From the lyrics I've just stunted Live by the streets says the brother with the machete Live by the leadie says the brother with the glockie But yo I live logically no weak slave to poverty Cause see it's very easy to slip between the asphalt gee Brothers from my way they used to get mad play Stealing cars and busting donuts 'till the break of day Brother, my brother you play me undercover She wouldn't be your lover so now you try to dis her The sister, you missed her now ask yourself the question Can I make a suggestion?, I need a true confession Is she skins?, Cause the skins that she's in make you sin Do you hit her just to get her degrade another sister, mister I asked him for a hanky, he asked if he could spank me Now why'd you disrespect me Sir, were you thinking I'm misguided Or were you trying to hide it That you had no father figure which triggered your wackness and wrongness toward my blackness I would offer a smack but I don't think that that would help this What's the matter with the blackman blackman All original gunman them a original goat baahahahaha All original gunman them a original goat baahahahaha Cause Jack in the top of the bottom you fell in my booby trap With a rap on a 48 track Payback, layback, sitback on a tranzi format coming right in exact as a matter fact I'm strap and I'm pack like a coors six pack now bring it back !United we stand divided we crumble What's the flavor fall Babylon Fall Babylon, fall Babylon fall Cause these days everymun want to be hard-core Lick out the gun everymum on the floor But the real gunman 'em no play Hollywood He just pull out his gun and slid on the boy throat Watch! your speed...