[Verse One]

My shit is thick like a wooly headed black Jesus

I was born to win skills like my nappy stuff

But when I gots my nappy stuff I got a flake or two

These irritatin flakes, I wipe them out the whole crew

Shinin through like the coconut, all on my scalp

Hey these irritatin flakes act like locks cause they dread

When I flex my nappy stuff, there's no whack jheri curl juice

In other words, a weak raps I never can produce

So cut them jheri curl raps, and try again naps

In skilled hard work, professor needs wax

Cause I got as many locks as the skins I busted

Extensions get dissed cause they can't be trusted

But I love it when they blow it feels good to my head

It's about the same length but two inches thicker

Like a dread from my bobbin head I swing back and forth

Suckers on me like my locks, they stuck to what sauce?



[Chorus x2]

MC's dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)

MC's dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)

MC's dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)

Locked what? (Lock lock it up now)



[Verse Two]

As my dreadlock twist like a fist I got the punch

Givin knots like my locks, I roll 'em up like blunts

Twirled in the riddle, just bring the comprehension

I kick that real shit, not the whack extensions

Pay attention did I mention, descended from Egyptian

Relaxed her then I waxed her, gave the girl kiniption

fits, misfit, when you use that curly shit

I'm connected to the source, so I can make the hits

Like fuck it, I'm gettin, the ducats by the buckets

My naps are God given, so yo I can't destruct 'em

with the lye, no lie, so I bust the hemp

If Jheri wanna step, I slam him like Kemp

With the supersonic boom, we got the dreads in the room

With the actual, the factual, the self-manufactural

Diggin up the whack synthetic, pathetic

Hardcore to the roots, so I keep my nappy dreadded



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

I shoot them rocks like locks, I got you dreadded plus beheaded

Every verse disperse this metaphor that be embedded

in your cranium, MC's I'm slayin

They get licked and clipped like barbershops so just be fadin



Now barby master, rhyme styles get boasted

Hesitation, just wait a second, for those rappers

who couldn't guess my combination, cause I got 'em locked

Hooked cause I twist metaphors in knots and kinks

You're not seein what you think, it's actual

Just like my nappy skull, my skills are nat-u-ral

For me to lose you with the style I kick

I got these suckers locked up (locked what?) ON MY DICK!



(Lock it up now!)

(Lock it up now!)

Lock what? (Lock it up now!)

Lock what? (Lock lock it up now!)

Lock what? (Lock it up now!)

Lock what? (Lock it up now!)

Lock what? (Lock it up now!)

Lock what? (Lock it up now!)

Lock what?!