LISCENSE  please. What's that in your cassette deck?

 Braniac dumb dumbs  bust the scientifical
 Approach to the coarse and the force is centrifical
 Can you find your way through the lyrics that be catchin em?
 Throw another rhyme across the room  they be fetchin em
 When they take a loss  take a loss to the master and
 I throw crazy blows and they know I be plasterin
 All across the room, on the ceilings and the walls too
 Punk muthafuckas didnt know I had the balls to
 Come around their block with my cock diesel system and
 Turned it up to ten and then start to dis em and
 They didn't wanna battle
 If they did, when they saw me they'da open up the trunk
 But they tried to ignore me
 Hey muthafuckas, I know you hear me calling you
 Thought you wanted some but I see that you all into
 Frontin. Ain't no future in your frontin, so Let's Get It On
 Like Marvin Gaye (hey)
 Take the cash and sit it on
 The hood of your bullshit, lowriding Cadillac
 Back up your boys and let's start to battle. Act
 Like ya know; the Masta Ase don't play when it come to my bass

 Ima Jeep Ass Niguh

 Drivin down the block; like what else shoulda brotha do?
 It's Saturday, it's Saturday, the heat might smotha you
 Rollin down my windows, yeah, I have a air conditiona
 But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta
 Waitin at a red light; Kentucky Fried Chicken and
 Low End Theory tape in; bass crazy kickin and
 See this Puerto Rican latin chico, rico, suave
 in a red Corolla; ay yo, does he wanna play?
 Show me whatcha got, then watch me get up on it
 Holdin up up traffic but we can't hear they horns
 Cause he got music ?
 Yea, he got it goin on
 But I think I better school em, cause he don't know the time
 So I'm turnin up the boom, cause he cannot fuck with mine
 Brothas hear me from like fifty blocks away
 I - wanna turn their head, so you know I gotta play high
 Decibals
 Passin through a residential disctrict
 See a few cuties and I turn it up like this quick
 Mira, mira, man
 Don't sleep, I got the, I got the, I got the woofers in my jeep

 Ima Jeep Ass Niguh
 Ima Jeep Ass Niguh


 Black boy, black boy, turn that shit down
 You know that America don't wanna hear the sound
 Of the bass drum jungle music
 Go back to Afrika
 Niguh, I'll arrest ya if you're holding up traffic
 I'll be damned if I listen
 So cops, save your breath and
 Write antoher ticket if you have any left and
 I'm breakin eardrums while I'm breakin the law
 I'm disturbin all the peace cause Sister Soldier said, "War"
 So catch me if ya can, if ya can. Here's a donut
 Cause when you drive away, yo, you know Ima go nut
 And turn it up yo where it was before. Nice try,
 But you can't stop the power of the bass in your eye
 If wonder if I blasted
 A little Elvis Presley
 Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me?
 I doubt, doubt it
 They'll probably start dancin,
 Jumpin on my dick and
 Pissin in they pants and
 wiggle and then jiggle and grab on they pelvis
 But you know my name, so you never hear no Elvis (word)
 Strictly the hardcore, dirty street-level shit
 Guards on my side so watch what the devil get
 Positivity hittin like fifty level deep
 Comin out the, comin ou the woofers in my jeep

 Ima Jeep Ass Niguh
 Ima Jeep Ass Niguh
 Ima Jeep Ass Niguh