1.We Are The Horsemen
As we search for black people and white people
Seeking the world of the four horsemen facing
John, henry, the robot, dr. smith, and will robinson
Come in please -- on track for the remix
Adjusting our systems the horsemen are ready to go
Our jets, should be ready for take off, any second
Aheheheheheheheh!
I probe for evidence, movin, positive beams
Incite the first gadget, my atom explodes
Just hit the fifth planet, the x reload
Take a brother on a flight for the alpha, omega
I kick lyrics on earth, you think i'm cosmic
A spacewalker, dippin in my spacecraft
Through molecules, a steel wall interphase
The fourth horseman, legendary universe
Dark shadow human rhymin on a funky verse
I'm level 7, optimus pull back
Feeding the world of gamma data, to locate
You interlock, power 7 warp speed
Negative charge, biochemically crush
My own nucleus bomb, the great menudo
Yo wolverine i'm down, cyclops, rhythm x
X we can back up the four horsemen
Toronto blue jays, field, just like dave winfield
Pick up your bat and go to third
I see that man at the plate, he's waitin home
We are the horsemen -- enter your spaceship! (3x)
We are the horsemen -- enter!
While, returning back to my spaceship
On my galactic horse, this is what happened..
I get super bionic
No my name's not mantronix, but i'm 4-h-m
Kickin flavor so steadily, so wickedy wicked
Can i switchedy switch it, i saw my troops last night
They said, 'ced could you kick it？'
I got mega in concert
Then i wrote a deposit, i hit my mega-mini
Zoom back to outer space, ten nine eight seven six
Five four three - the chain reaction
Triggered the mad flows, then the rhymin got hyper
Plus i knew what they like-a, so i ripped it and rock it
Frequencies in the pocket, one blast two blast
Yes approximate, green in the chambers
The lights came on, infrared and exciting
Most don't know what i'm saying, galactic come beams
Beams beams beams beams beams beams
Beams beams beams...
Now it's classic the atom, no i don't mean the phantom
Molecules in the mix, with lots of protons to hand them
Plus i'm billin the workers, secret charts led to persia
When they're reachin their pick-up, i'ma crossover bezerker
We turn to the galaxy, the universe bothers me
From the wild wild west, i have a spaceship mentality
When i chill at the planet, magnesium flip
So i shake up the myolex, so what's left？
We are the horsemen -- enter your spaceship! (5x)
Yee-hah, ride em silver, we out!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, check it out, yeah..
Jimmy cliff down with the horsemen
Ron bordett down with the horsemen
Doc doc down with the horsemen
Kevvy kev down with the horsemen
Kleptor down with the horsemen
Drew love down with the horsemen
Old maid down with the horsemen
Chuck beats down with the horsemen
Jazz down with the horsemen
Kevvy kev down with the horsemen
Cut cut down with the horsemen
The whole world down with the horsemen
All the honies down with the horsemen
And we're out (yeahhhh) check it out
We are the horsemen -- enter your spaceship! (7x)
2.Checkin' My Style
Yeah you don't have to play this on a tuesday night
But check this out, this is sunday morning in church
With the brother, the godfather
Open up the testaments, and let us read this
This ain't no flintstone and no bedrock type stuff
Check it out
(time to flip the scriptures!)
Checkin my style, return to zero (4x)
Well i keep a style in tomes, on my job and microphone
Mik-make my flows, show a rapper what i give them
Don't flex funky yo, kick it honey step back
Watch when i come, you scratch that kitty-kat on top of that
Rappers know i'm x, slow down, watch me get stupid open
Dance for the ladies, i strip in chippendale's
Funky hypo, or technical, lyrics make computer
With a brain that spins like kid capri, 33
Drop a 45 down just like the first record rotate
My style, my rhyme, my game is droppin doo doo lyrics
Make a brother say, 'keith is out？ damn, i wanna hear it'
Buy a copy tomorrow, kick his old tape
Take it back two times to smack his girl, let him go
Tell his uncle brother aunt and cousin belle (ding-dong!)
As i rock so well, spankin tail, check the beats
My style is so early, you couldn't catch it on bobbito
As i flaunt and i stretch just like a rubber band, poppin
Stoppin every rapper like a trooper on a turnpike
I'm long and strong and just like the lincoln tunnel
'father, big up, check it out
Back back, i switch switch, i check check, i know that
Bored as i kick up, you proud of me you know it's me
I got more muscle to flex to show than jodeci
Take off them panties, i turn boyz ii men
Checkin my style, return to zero (4x)
Yeah! we want all them rappers out there
To check they styles and come back and return to zero
(yeah, what you need？)
I don't need, bootsy collins
I don't need, central ？
I don't need, roger troutman
I don't need, zapp
I don't need, junior
I don't need, chic
I don't need, sister sledge
I don't need, pop
I don't need, bohannon
I don't need, led zeppelin
I don't need, anthrax
I just need what i need!
3.Two Brothers With Checks(San Francisco Harvey)
Yeah this is a story about two brothers with big big checks
And pretty white cadillacs; and they was fly from the south
So check it out..
My wicky wicky style is unbearable for this world and the planet
boy
I swing at the store, buy a lunch, play lacroix
Supercat chasin rats, with chemicals at the bottom
I'm givin gold with enzymes, connections i got em
One thing, two things, like ？ blow casey
Recto and smekto, go get my boy luce (let's go!)
Let's see babe grim and his exoskeleton
He's pitchin a fastball, you swing and you miss
But seven times away clown, you're smellin the piss
Drippin offa your forehead, rollin down to new mexico
You're caught in a bid troop, you thought you was flexible
X-able, montreal expos
Hypodermic you turn it, you pick it up and you learn it
Now you're chillin with zinc as it kicks with the sodium
Pele came down just to sign some autographs
He laughed and he left, went to el segundo
For cheese and some bacon my philadelphia steak 'em
I got a hole in my pants, i said, 'asalaam alaikum'
Got a new jacket was breakin out to the trainin camp
I danced and danced and danced and danced
And danced and danced and danced.. then i sat on the toilet!
Wrote a rhyme and then ordered, now i'm spinnin and winnin
Got the girlies up on it, cause i'm kickin and stickin
Finger-poppin and lickin, can you do me a favor
Can you go get the chicken - as you see we're a legion
When we roll we're just easin, up to egypt and pakistan
There's never no treason, cause we're -- 'treated with respect'
Chorus： ultramagnetic mc's
Two brothers with checks, yo that caddy is fly
San francisco, harvey
{repeat chorus 3x}
Drivin from cooperstown, swingin like don han
Rhythm x in the batter's box
Thurman like munson, left while i swing right
And change courses and dialogue
Regional atlanta, alabama savannah
I kick a rhyme like a ball to indiana
Missouri, kentucky, like dent, call me bucky
Rogers i'm nice, i float in space wild
Dr. smith, i'm dope, yo watch sparky lyle
As i throwback a spitball, my slider and check back
The stadium's packed rope, the people should get back
And walk to the plate, yo jerry grody, pause
Swing swing swipe! i get mc's on my third strike
My hot dog is done, i'm in the dugout, check it
I know i wreck shop, tip-top, heads bop, heads drop
And many rappers get senile
Back to the plate, see the catcher, pitcher
You in the audience man, you be the fan
Like supercat, don don dada
I play the field in new york, and hit jamaica
Like giants i roll like san francisco, harvey
No time for rats with cats in bristol playin
I'm makin moves.. yo man..
{repeat chorus 4x}
Yea yea yea yea yea yea yeahhhhh..
'alright, you win, i'll take you to fair lanes
Just turn off the heat! aowwwwwwwwawowwwwww!!'
Ha ha ha ha hah!
Yo, now i'm stylin profilin troop like i'm rip-rarin cadillac
We got big checks in our banks on the street, yeah
Pickin up, swingin that bat like joe morgan
Catchin that beat like ray fossey, oakland
Cashin them checks up at the chemical
We might cash em in oakland, san francisco whatever
Pick up honies in cleveland, with the game so damn clever
As i roll like i'm charlie hough, kickin that ball down
The crowd is wild, need the gas for a mile
So let's roll out and catch em, fire points by the parrish
Make a record like this, as we drive through the city
Ci-ty, ci-ty, ci-ty, ci-teeeeeee..
Cause we're
{repeat chorus 7x}
4.Raise It Up
Intro：kool keith
Yeah... yo don, gimme a little bit of that chicken
That smooth chicken, a little bit of that gravy
And i want some... old hot jazz biscuits
With a little bit of that blues butter
Bring in the snare
Verse one： kool keith
They never understood, many people were so slow
My funky type of rhyme, and my style is pyscho
Complex wrecks wrecks, my style go x x
I move around off beat, creatin more styles
Showin white boys, other kids my black styles
I kick lyrics like shoes right in your face
Walk up on a carjack of spades, pluck the ace
I get slow-er, down in, on in
Flowin like i used to be on critical beatdown
I drop styles on ears the public bite em
Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write em
They say yo keith, yo kool, you usin big words
I went to college, i'm even more stupid herb
Back on the scene to put a lesson out
Even if i have to pull a black smith and wesson out
I grab a hammer stick a nail in that little crack
Tame the monkey show the hummingbird how to act
I get atomic, hypo-galactical
Word to mom i'm in my own world
Galaxy raised! powerful
Chorus：
Raise it up (8x)
Verse two： ced g
Yo, yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip
Yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip
Now back in the days and we used to use elevation
And then the people said 'what's up, with ultramagnetic？
Yo they sound kind of crazy, kool keith is a psycho
Ced g is a scientist, the lyrics are hyper'
Creating a fusion, of sampling hits
We all came down just to be distinctive
Some rappers complex, but they can't see the music
We show orchestration, and with funky prevention
It was different and black, and it caused devestation
Gotta new bag, signed a deal with wild pitch
Now we're back on the street, with the flavor you missed
So get with the program, ultra hot off your real high
I know i'm a real pro, like michigan fab 5
Runnin and shootin, for me alley-oopin
Is makin an album, with big distribution
Promote it and hype it, make up posters then snipe it
Raise it up!
Chorus
Interlude： announcer
Ladies and gentlemen, live from flatbush brooklyn
I bring to you tonight, the godfather don
From the orphans...
('hit it!')
Verse three： godfather don
Lookin down the barrel of a gun is no fun
So for some, i rum-pum-pum and flip, like a tongue
Of young dragon, with the force and ten sacks of buddah
To wax a crew of jacks and looters, even your hoe i shoot her
In the face, with the mother-uffin bass
Now taste the venom of the ish that i sent em
And foes, that doze, i chew em like gristle
Wipe my mouth with tissue, there's no issue
I'm first print, mint, check the wizard
The force of my blast, blow em like a tec in a blizzard
Now what is it？ exquisite physics to stain your brain
When they visit cardiovascular masterer, words are massacred
damn
I got beats rhymes tanks gats includin ultra
Check the loop, snoop low we do ya like a vulture
Back in the days, there was just beef and knuckles
Nowadays, a beatdown consists of some clips
My oowop, rips with abandon at random
Whiff, you be ghost, like michael landon
When i bust amazing nuts you play the cut
The father's ultra paid, i raise it... up
Chorus： repeat 2x
5.Saga Of Dandy, The Devil ＆ Day
Why don't y'all play that pitch
The right manage gonna be in the game
It's the top of the ninth
Josh gibson is at the plate
The bases are loaded, it's a three and two count
And here's the pitch
Steppin up to the plate, first batter
Kool keith
Black baseball, it was a known fact jack
With the weather so hot, who could play like danny day
The greatest and the best, like the satchel brother paige
Long tom and little bomb, in the hall of fame
Like josh and bunt, be alert, duck
Everybody was down for beer and peanuts
Foxes in their sunday's best, their brightest dress
And on deck, ced g
Now baseball today troop, is mostly not racial
But back in the days it was all segregated
The whites had the majors and then the blacks had the negro
leagues
They both had great talent but then us blacks have no history
Of all our great players, the teams in the ballpark
But we're here to shed light, restore the glory they haven't got
Black baseball, they paved the way
With players like dandy, the devil, and day
(repeat 3x)
Black baseball
Bring er home
Now the ballparks they played in was very far from a stadium
They only sat hundreds troops as opposed to the thousands
But the stands they was packed, for the league that was fat
With teams like the baccarats and the homestead grays
The eagles and many more, came ready to play
In cities like birmingham, newark and chi-town
The bus trips were very long, paychecks would bring a frown
But not to these players, cause they really loved baseball
You could ban them from majors, but not from the game
With players like leon day, who pitched almost every day
His arm would hold up, blowin hitters with smoke away
And then there was bullet joe, also was smokey joe
King richard and savateen, and brothers like ed pole
Next, batter up!
Bring it home keith!
They took the long great line that was so fine
Super and strong to play, three games a day
Hey hey, thunder twins are up and gonna win again
Make the other players say 'oh him again!'
But whattya know？
Black baseball (baseball) they paved the way
With players like dandy, the devil, and day
(repeat 3x)
Black baseball (baseball)
Poppa bell was cool, broke any catcher's rule
On the base, at night, total speed rip the light
Comin past flick flash he was so fast
Scouts watchin in awe at what they saw
The best in the game, it's a shame, you don't know
Alex and double duty, and don't forget juty
Talent was there, and it was black
Give them their credit folks, and build em a hall of fame
Where legends can rest, with uniforms and the whole shebang
And honor the players, coaches fans and the ballparks
From the giants or phillies, to the new york like yankees
The pittsburgh crawfords, yeah they don't have to thank me
Just thank the red bull's, just thank the abe manley's
Just thank rufus lewis, a few names that grab me
Black baseball (baseball) they paved the way
With players like dandy, the devil, and day
(repeat 4x)
Black baseball (baseball)
And we're out
And we're gone
6.Delta Force Ii
It ain't nuthin gee, it's just a small thing (4x)
Hey, i got a flow that is wicked, so sit back while i kick it
The incredible edible, change my pitch while i rip it
We can make it just happen, while i'm keepin you snappin
Now the style is correct, so i'ma keep gangsta rappin
Cause i'm back and i'm flowin, i'ma keep people knowin
That i'm just like the energizer (still going!)
So get that and make that, somethin you think is real fat
It's a small thing i'm back, on the delta force track
As the figure get bigger, as the soul brother nigga
I don't plan to waste time black, i just pull the trigger
Now my mic is just smokin, like the 'r' i'm not jokin
Fuck around, step to me troop, your big toes is broken
Now i be the headbanger, releasin more anger
Cause my fury is deep, so don't challengers scatter
When i'm ？ the head, i make beats that just flip
So i write up a rhyme next, then flex
Back at the ranch with the 4-h horsemen
The flavor is steady, move your head to the bass
So check the rhymes and check my stats
And now you know, that ced gee is back
I'm still the delta
It ain't nuthin gee, it's just a small thing (4x)
I go to battle with cattle head but i'm not takin prisoners
I'm playin whatever moves, like come through those prison doors
I'm fakin a bat, then slappin rappers to misery
I'm pickin them up, then droppin them in some deep fat grease
I'm burnin and turnin plus them i'm makin a barbecue
Like hector camancho with fancy shorts and i'll ridicule
You come and you challenge, but there isn't a guarantee
I'm scratchin that ass up like my rap name is wolverine
I put you in critical, condition don't make a move
Then treat you like barney -- you purple little dragon
Condensin the center, cause i rhyme like a ？
Cause when a freak try to base me that's when i become
outstanding
Cause i'm riggedy wreckin it, micky miggedy shakin it
Put a rhyme on the table, then i'm strippedy stretchin it
Toss it up and erasin it, discombobulate violate
Your bladder is gone, get lost g, don't wait
So check the rhymes and check my stats
And now you know, that ced gee is back
I'm still the delta
It ain't nuthin gee, it's just a small thing (4x)
Goin back to boston..
(going, going, gone!)
I ？ mega with talent, and i'm loaded with skills black
It's been like that since records like 'ease back'
And 'mc ultra', magnetic magnetic
We always had flavor, that's why we're the horsemen
Now we rollin with wild pitch, that's as hard as the hard get
Moe love make the fat beats, while ced gee got that chronic
Cause i'm here and i'm stable, ready willing and able
Makin moves like clark gable, dance like fred astaire
So come to the pedigree, bring plenty of verses too
It better have swingin flav, like das efx babalu
Mr. gizer, once again you're dealin with the energizer
I might surprise ya, take time to realize the
Potential essential, residential credentials
I might take things for granted, but i'm still presidential
The outstanding commander, full of charm and demanding
In the mix like a hit, so like star trek i'm scanning
So check the rhymes and check my stats
And now you know, that ced gee is back
I'm still the delta
It ain't nuthin gee, it's just a small thing (8x)
7.Adventures Of Herman's Lust
8.See The Man On The Street
Yo don!
I got a white... mask
A black cape, two pair of silver gloves
And nobody know who i am
I will not take my mask off to reveal
Check it out but i'ma drop lyrics
You know what？ hit it
Yo niggaz wanna get in the backdoor, but fuck it
Rappers can't rap a lick, chompin on other dick
I gotta do this for x, and make them brothers quit
Don't try that sissy shit, that gettin busy shit
I bang a nail up in your dooty hole and booty quick
Rappers know me, i'm bugged, i chop your ass right
Take that body and bag it, then i'm out of sight
I got the f.b.i., not the f.o.i.
Tryin to find the design, and ？ went underline
The pure facts on the stupid wicked wax
People they know, i'm out the hospital
Cold buggin and illin like dr. doolittle
You better walk up the street, now look around black
See that man on the street, who's at the corner yea (8x)
Back to hell to the graveyard
With fog on the street, you see the ghostrider homepiss
I walk down on your block and see you sleepin
Cold jump in your bed, and fuck you up, yea yea
Down with the x, i'm at the basement
Got the body and bag, up on the pavement
Cement i went, just hid em in the vent
I put the rappers upstairs and let em air out
Before the cops came, i cleaned the blood up
I called detectives in town and said yo whattup
I wasn't home - somebody's in my house
I took them rappers back out, up in a pickup truck
Think i'd tell on myself？
See that man on the street, who's at the corner yea (10x)
Yeah
I'm not gon' reveal myself
Still standing here with this black cape on
White gloves, these big silver boots
Ain't nobody notice how i fly, how high
So i'll see you on the next issue
Catch me at the forbidden planet
9.Bring It Down To Earth
Ultramagnetic mc's
I remember the first time i ever seen ultramagnetic, at latin
quarter
Yeah!
It's time to come out and give the people somethin they can
understand
Somethin not too complicated (cated)
You know what we gon' do？
We gon' bring it down to earth (earth)
Chorus： repeat 4x
Bring it down to earth, i don't understand!!!
Megabomb ignite, super reflection
Power ignites the fourth horseman, turbo (hee hee hee hee)
I kick styles like data, computer reading
Miles away to beam star trek
Movin my style up, optimus level 4
I get it warp speed, youse on my space tour
Get with the elements, eloquent spacecraft
Change my gamma flow, one-three-eight-seven
Twenty-oh-nine-six, cereal silver seven
I got the skills to rap, so what you want spock？
Style like captain kirk, gamma ray one block
Particle leading out, rock the way intercourse
Damaging animals, a lady with menopause
Rising at one speed, altitude x be..
We need some gas or fuel, yo come in major!
I'm just a level or pinch, i'm hittin new york
Flyin with ced, i see the other world
I need some gas, yo jim, i gotta come down
Perimeter's reading we might crash!!
Chorus
I know you out there and y'all understand
But i'ma let ced get on and tell y'all what it's really like
It's not so complicated
But connect with me and y'all follow me right on through!
Yo
Ultra power flowin, get ready for centron
React with the digital, kicks like loose bombs
High tech c-spects, hit data brain checks
Soundin like john ？, time's up brain test
Info storm, locked like sentry
Buzzz buzzz buzzz, it's annoying
So pick up kicks and, flex with the mega mega
Square roots on time, so check check check check
And go as i ignite, the energy will unite
Fake attacks for me, hard as i get hype
T-minus 7 counts, divided by kilograms
Input outputs, the figure is fluid
But some plug censors, replace it with bass
It's kickin up fiercely, boomin with heat
While you sneakin with energy, sound heat sneaks
The chamber the membrane, delerious insane
Now think about it, hmmmm.. i know it's crazy
With moisture one, and texture seven
The panel's on fire, interference is higher
Delay is in, device is on
Spinnin that plate, proceed this quick
Some bomb it and quit, then give up on life
They just can't handle, the rays of light
They tryin to see, they move the barriers
They catch the enzymes, becomin a carrier
They stop they breathin, they hold they breath
Pass out and soon, then they forget
Chorus 2x
10.Don't Be Scared
No matter who you are, or what your age may be
If you want to achieve permanent, sustaining success
The motivation that will drive you toward that goal
Must come from within
{moe love cuts and scratches}
Check it out, one time
My tricky tricky style is so cocky i knock you out like i'm
rocky
And then i'll bet you the world, plus some loot, on the point
A licky lethaler rapper cause my rhymes are like potion
I think he burn like ？, to put your mind in slow motion
Simply, it's done, like makin a bungee
You lick it or roll it a sticky spark with the fellas
Let's contact quinton, they call him the chief
Plus i'm votin destruction, on suckers they're nerds
Take their style toss it up, then add effects like a reverb
Take it and match it, cause the flow is exceptional
The washington congress, the house and congressional
Professional, call it geronimo
Frequencies on the mickie, watch your girl give a hickie
Now you're flippin the ill way, diluted with ？
The horsemen style is to flow so rapid
Ricky run like a faucet, like ？？
Costello so mellow, like a pen with othello
Shicky shapin a hamlet, tricky bowl thicky jell-o
Hell-o, goodbye
Don't be scared, pick up the mic (3x)
My flow is wicked, rough and rugged like wilson pickett
Stick it, the funky kinetic can flow, cause i can dig it
Check it check it as i wreck it, niggaz never respect it
I was always neglected, intellect be so respected
A sharp shooter, blowin niggaz up out the frame
You can't maintain, my domain, too insane
I have centrifugal terrifical styles
Difficult styles, wire be bitin bark, chewin for miles
I'm like houdini the great, i'm too magnificent
Incredible shit, to make motherfuckers bug
Now niggaz is sick, shootin up your town, blowin up your city
As i stalk walk hawk, that shit ain't pretty
Really, silly, better step off
Don't be scared, pick up the mic (5x)
I got the pickup truck ready, lookin for satan the devil
Yeah, bugged crazy off another, level
I boogie woogie on down and catch mad wreck
Load the calico check, come in high tech
Mc's jump up quick, you get your ass kicked
Mad sick, used to hang with charles manson
Cut up any foot, if i saw it kept dancin
I smeggle smack em, briggle briggle break em
Catch em with the hefty bag, walk away and take em
Mc's look in the mirror, see they nightmare
The bugged kid, bald head, fuck it i don't care
I get frantic atomic, pull your rectum out
Change your brainframe, butt pull your spectrum out
I get retarded and raw like razor ruddock
You don't wanna try the x, aww, fukkit
Let me, show you, my style, this style
Fuck that, na na na nah, not this style
Yes yo, who dat？ yo wait, yo i'm comin down
Hee hee hee hee! come and battle me clown
Juggle three balls, my balls, feel good
You bet i have your girl on my dick, sister write me a letter
Mc's know they all deaf, they on the back burner
I step straight to your crew like mad truck turner
The crazy man with grenades in the projects
Back up punk, remember x x x
Don't be scared, pick up the mic (4x)
Check it
It's my time with the rhyme, for the minor comin harder
Pull a burner blast your ass at the line
Racist, faces, spaces, braces, ？？？？
I'm sprayin mace in your face
I'm tradin places with the power to knock, your ass unconcious
I'm monstrous, i ？ and i romp, cause i stomp, cause i want this
Not so fast kid yo, i did a mad bid
You won't last kid yo, i whup your ass
Then vacate the premises, ？？ of the genesis
？？？ motherfucker can you step to this
Can you handle the vandal the man on the force
Through the scandal snuff your ass like a candle
Well it's my rate, the high rate, the fly rate
Since i rate, cause i rate, cause i make, you gyrate
To the raw rappin cause it's all that it's all that
It's raw jack, and it's time - to go to war jack
So don't waste my time
Let the bassline kick yo' ass with the chorus line
A checka wreck a record, check-o-wreck
I guarantee to rock shock shock the place with most respect
Don't be scared, pick up the mic (8x)
11.One Two, One Two
One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two!
One two one two, one two one two!
I just step and i rap rap
Move and you clap clap
Dance and wiggle, and little feets go tap tap
Over and switch switch, change my pitch pitch
You can get down down, rock with my sound sound
As i rock freak a rhyme, blow up the town town
Mc's in the back, double trouble can learn learn
As i start to burn burn, mc's wait your turn turn
Look at me black black, don't come to me wack wack
I chew em like gum, eat your crew like a snack pack
Walk and i flex flex, check and i stop stop
Beat em on down down, suckers i rock rock
Cling on, swing on, walk and you step step
Pick up your pep pep, build up my rep rep
Move and get smacked smacked, i'm tellin you black black
I told you again, i'm clockin fat knots
('i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk' -- cypress hill)
One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two
('i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk')
One two one two, one two one two
Continue i flow flow, not stiff and i blow blow
X'll get raw raw, and travel on tour tour
Mc's they get crushed crushed, stomped in the dust dust
Mack-10 tec, every rhyme goes bust bust
Out on the west west, facing your chest chest
Let me go rock rock, people just clock clock
Girls they wet, damp panties and jock jock
Move and i swing swing, to riker's and sing-sing
Knock on your brain, picture bell go ding ding
Mc's that flow flow, i think they all so-so
Like g.i., g.i., kiddie toy named joe joe
Rappers are doodoo doodoo, deep as a voodoo voodoo
Come and don't play play, watch what i say say
Pick up your mic, i'm clockin fat knots
('i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk')
One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two
X'll get wreck wreck, breakin your neck neck
Your brain is the seed, like a bird i go peck peck
Don't call me no jeff-jeff, keith no sweat sweat
You can be dog dog, cat and my pet pet
As i go woo woo, yo b i'm so smooth smooth
Rhymin like wild bill, strong and i feel feel
Suckers ain't jack jack, jumpin on zapp zapp
Thinkin they funk funk, soft and they punk punk
Like they in jail jail, soft and they swing soft
But i gotta dip dip, you stay off my tip tip
(why？) inside hermin's head, i'm clockin fat knots
('i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk')
One two one two
One two one two, one two one two
('i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk')
One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two
('i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk')
One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two
('i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk')
('i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk')
12.Time To Catch A Body
Yeah! we gettin ready to smear peanut butter in the crowd
And throw mayonnaise all down your ears
You know what？ we got some jams for you boy
Yo, ？ the meltdown on em, check it out
A lot of rappers, think they can rap and then do that
Who dat？ jumpin on my testicles, my black scrotum
Show em that they style is cold butt, doo doo
Like a baby's heiny, a stinky funky boo boo
Kickin with more rounds, hi pops all sounds
Get with the drift, what i'm sayin？ slayin
Bringin mc's to the program
Not like h-town, soft on a slow jam
I kick it wicked with the funky style lick it
Suck it, jump on the jock just like a groupie woopi
I make mc's look bad like charlie brown and snoopy
Your mother act wild, sister act goofy
Dj's go wild and act retarded, illiterate
Put me in the mix, well consider it, oh yeah
I'm down to step and throw a gun in your face
Hijack all that shit, spray your station with mace
I got my things in effect, all plans down
The boys ready, stupid crazy with they masks down
I walk around, okay, you think i'm jokin？
Just go to sleep and see what happen, remember
Where could i be, when you're lonely for tony
Take him outside, on the highway for a ride
Remember when the detectives come, you don't remember anything
'rhymin psycho..' time to catch a body! (6x)
Aowwwwwwwwwwwww! check it out
I get picky picky picky, sticky sticky sticky
Give a girl a pronoun, make her get with mickey
Mantle from the yankees, buckwheat and then spanky
Froggy and with idi, drink the tetley tea leaves
I kick the style to make a blind man see again
Drop ？？, that's like ？？ again
Fully roll out, connect with the one and two
Like silk, 'i wanna get freaky with you..
.. and let me lick you up and down,' yeahhhhhh
Now back to the verse, i had some of you debatin
He's beatin up the demon, i larger ？ than satan
Hangin on the porthole, ？？？
I be a goody goody but that demon's always chasin me
Up the turnpike, connectin to the interstate
Yabba dabba doo! {something incecipherable}
'rhymin psycho..' time to catch a body! (10x)
13.Yo Black
Bobbito's in the house!
I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin the real shit
Y'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin
All this la-la-la and this, tlc condoms on your eyes and all
that shit
I'm not with that..
Yeah! you listenin to the sounds, of the one, rhythm x -- the
man
I'ma show you how to get wreck
The right way, not the wrong way
Watch me when i do this, pay attention
Check it out
Shut up! step back! that picky-packy-wacky rap
Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with
In fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger diss
I come walk in your show like david berkowitz
Make you think you swimmin like that homey mark spitz
How can you put up a fox, against an alligator
I chew your crew one by one, like a now or later
I make a heavy man light, turn a black kid white
Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight
I wreck shop like rock the ricky wrecka
Crush-a, stomp-a, nother, brother
I make mc's go, 'heyy hoe heyy hoe'
Look at me now, whassup？ hey joe!
You say you bad but good, but soft as oakwood
Perpetratin wild when you're comin from no hood
I wipe your style like doo doo, when i beat ya
Treat ya like an old bible rhyme in school, teach ya
Like my son, did your mother tell you？
Pee pee's on the rise, why the x gotta smell you？
You know me, i know you, you droppin lyrics
On the record that's spinnin that smell like doo doo, yo get
back
I rock styles on top, another funky child
I kick a rhyme so swift, and make your girl smile
You better go off and think, cause i'm your father
Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (5x)
Check it! one two, you don't wanna step to
Crazy psycho patient from the bronx, comin at you
I get hyper and deep, funky freaky flex
Bust my style, get wild, flow like rhythm x
People know they wack, in fact, i'm comin back black
Bustin stupid styles on you clowns with the maps out
You say you good with the mic, man i wonder why
You think i'm sleepin？ but y'all was gone beddy-bye
Rappers on my d-head, quick to stick in new york
Everywhere i go hoe, never ridin i walk
You think you fly and don't try, yo lick the penis b
I ride a rhyme to mars, and go to venus see
Take you on a trip and make you bug out, seek out
Monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday whole week out
Check it, watch it, back up, slow down
The same way you blow up, i make a rapper go down
I make you quit rap, and try to get with bobby brown
Slide and glide, boogie down like james brown
Never will i say i, watch me when i do that
When i grab the mic and rock, watch them say 'who dat？'
I know my tongue is long just like a lizard
Can you drop the mic - respect the funk wizard
I know you breakin your neck, to hear the x stuff
Back to burn, yo sam, yo ain't the x rough
I look at millions of groups and tell em get back
Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (4x)
Third rhyme, see who rock and move and spread the rumors
You rappers been played like suede puma's, yo bust it
I kick a style so rugged, they're makin ？ wet
Change they panties and bras, and make a dollar bet
Never will i stop it, got the target on your anus
Your preschool style, kindergarten not the same as
I rock, you can't, this ain't your place to be
I make you cry kid, cover your face to me
I'm not the one, fairy tale like patti labelle
My job is easy when i'm draggin em down to hell
You know my story when i'm throwin you off the cliff
Them jelly rhymes on the table with skippy and jif
I see these suckers better find another game plan
I never heard of you stupid! what's your name man？
Don't try to come back, we cut your hair bald b
Jump on my tip, when you're takin a fall g
You see the style is mine, but can the x flow？
I make your fans get wild, and boo your next show
Kick it when i feel it, the x style reveal it
Don't try the 'bee-bee-bo' flow, rap on no track
I give you more than some comp, i give you no slack
People know i wreck, did that kid - get the message？
I drop the rhyme, aim a missile in your rectum
Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (8x)
14.Big Booty
Uhh.. yeah come on
Ooooh.. you like that
Come on, don't stop, huhh, huhh
Ooooohh yeahhh..
Heyyyy (8x)
Heyyyy 'she's rockin big booty' (8x)
I get naked and wicked, when i stroke it and stick it
Then i go for a ride, that you can't comprehend
Ladies screamin and creamin, cause i'm comin with adam
Hi-tech apex, orgasm they have em
Most times multiple, in different dimensions
Activate rides, now i'm ready to enter
I see big proton, gaze through your galaxy
It's gaining momentum, you're having a fit
＊dee-dee-dee-dee＊ lubricated you are, so i can rip rip rip
The walls of the spaceship, transport to recepticles
Like nat king cole said, you're un..forget..table
Heyyyy 'she's rockin big booty' (8x)
Heyyyy 'she's rockin big booty' (8x)
Lieutenant uhuru.. captain kirk, has nothing, to do with you
Neither dr. mccoy
You ain't had it fair since..
Supersonic, primitive, riding on the booty
Take em on down to level four, sequence
Cowboys check the funk measurement, station
Floating with time, verdict one, affirmative
Insert eight into a cervix, incredible
Over combined between sheets, a nucleus
Get in a square, open uterus, blossom
Hidden away, see a side effect's intercourse
Floating in space with captain kirk
Lieutenant and scotty can beam us in
{undecipherable line}
Heyyyy 'she's rockin big booty' (10x)
Heyyyy (8x)
Heyyyy..
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