Now 'earrr dis!

Your man Kwest comin from Southside Queens

Gettin ready to hit you in the ear with a lil bit of FLA-VOR

Seen? (??)



[Chorus]

Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat

And Mr. Engineer make sure me track comes out fat

Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat

And Mr. Engineer make sure me track comes out fat



[Kwest]

Now this is on the reel to reel - or if you prefer the ADAT

You don't get what I say black? Hit rewind, then playback

I work mega-swiftly with an S-950

Or MPC-60, so when it's fat ideas hit me

Don't fuck with beat product', head got a built in four track

Use sixteen, or twenty-four tracks if I need more tracks

Run in the vocal booth and close the door so it's soundproof

Freein my lyrics in one take if mistakes are found POOF

They're gone with the push of a button on the board

Done by Eric Sarafin, the (?) board overlord

Slap them headphones on, raise mic levels and I'm gone

Won't stop spittin my shit until the monitors are blown (BOOM!)

Lay my verses out with punch-ins, if we hungry order lunch in

Take a few EQ levels and muse, while we be munchin

Make the bass smack the face while the drums kick your chest in

Bring the (?) here for the session

Just in case I get a urge to splurge on effects and reverb

Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve

Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits

Radio won't play me with all that cursin but I don't sweat it

Cause the FCC, won't mess with me

In place of all my curses I got reverse and BLEEPS

Make myself a cassette, to hoop in my jeep deck

Grab the disk then dat, give my crew dap, then I jet



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[Kwest]

I mix my batter bigger and better cause I use batter butter

But if (?) batter be bigger and butter ain't in your matter brother

I better batter butter, not that batter butter that's bitter

So your batter be better not bitter, and mad fatter nigga

Not many can hit what this brother pitch

Like a fly I'm on dis shit, dat shit, next shit, some other shit

With no type of excuse I gets very loose

And have you bounce around to my sound, like you drank Gummy Baby juice

Filthy or milky I should live in a cow's udder

If a nigga bit my script, he'd get a mouth full of butter

Hit the spot like an ice cold Coke and what I spoke

choked folks and left them (?), "That nigga dope!"

I like the indo, I like the Timbos, I like them bimbos

I like stealin your shit late at night, so lock the windows

Whether nigga or spic I stick and think hawk quick

Watch your chick or I may be leavin her house with a sore-ass dick

Got a +Soul+ full of +Mischief+, I'm +Casual+ when I rip it

More specific, +The Homosapien's+ funky and +Hieroglyphic+

That means the writing's on the wall

Y'all who thought I would be Niagara and fall

Play ball caddy - GET THE BALLS!

Still, those who wanna act ill and test the skills

(LET ME SHOW YOU SOMETHING!) Like Fire Marshall Bill

Don't think someone this slick comes from Sutton or Van Wyck?

You can suck mine, my dog, my brother, and all my man dick!

I can't flow no more I'm wack (naw that shit's fat)

Aight, end the track, bring back in the chorus chat



[Chorus]



[New Chorus]

Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat

And Mr. Engineer make sure me track comes out fat

Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat

And Mr. Engineer you did your job, that's a wrap!