(First heard)
 (Criminal)
 (Minded)
 (I was in...)
 (Damn  where was I?)
 (...seventh grade)
 (Battlin' this other emcee)
 (Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down lower East Side with my
 niggas)
 (I have no idea where I was  it was so long ago)
 (I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the Long Island
 expressway when I heard it)
 (Rooselvelt Projects)
 (I was in...)
 (I was outside of church when I was really little and I was doing the
 wop with this girl)
 (Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio)
 (It was so long ago)
 (Yo Merce, what's up, this is Hanson, man, I want you to peep that
 out.
 Yo, kid... I was at this party, this hype
 party when I heard
 KRS' Criminal Minded. I'll call you back, peace.)
 (All right!)
 (All right!)
 (All right!)
 (All right!)
 POS:
 Channeling, in sync so my what brings that testament
 To cover twelve inches of funk
 Flip like as if I was the Dalek himself
 Specialising in cleansing like the its of
 Elephants, Dove hits bibles out the park, man
 Don't wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and
 Major more soul than James' "Escapism"
 De La Soul is here to stay like racism
 Patrick know and I'mma put the pillow off the bed
 As I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head
 Riff a tech pro, flex Sue, running you the links
 Scout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links
 And if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short
 Dull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report
 I sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker
 I sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker
 A fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch
 A talker of the berg without weed influence
 So stick to you Naughty By Natures and your Kane
 'Cause graffiti that I based upn the wax is insane
 DOVE:
 Grand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid
 Give me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free
 I got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man
 Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the self
 Long Island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn
 Jiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches
 Mr Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle
 Straw it and drink, what bees gotta be's
 'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies
 Man, I kick the Franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck
 Wreck, ship, boat, rock
 Heavy metal grooves ain't the infinite
 Here I hips to the hops
 I'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince
 That brother been down ever since soaked cheese
 And motor go smiling
 Hey, how ya doin'
 Now, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting
 Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles
 Straight to my avenue
 (Aaaah... aaaggh)
 Six streets, went miles straight to my avenue
 I'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me
 Here's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu
 Buckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh