Just think, what if you could just, just blink yourself away?

Just think, what if you could just, just blink yourself away?

Jeff X can rock the mic with tooth decay

I be the 5 foot 7, residing at the mecca lesson south section

Used to cut class in the infinite pursuit of ass

Back in eighty-seven

Easy with the chics I was a chocolate boy

Raised in the cellar with the rhythm like Ella

Walking down the streets to the subway where i lay

Til the train stop then a nigga hop

Used to do the pop dance to the planet rock

At the block party everybody jocked (who me?)

It's the MC sucka niggaz envy

I got my contract in 1993 and 

I shall proceed



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I shall, proceed

And continue, to rock the mic



[Verse Two:]



I wake up early in the morning, I mean early afternoon

Break a lyrical hymn of the stem like boom

I'm flyer when I'm higher put my shit up on a tomb

That nigga represented on the 28th of June

I'm representing philly on the 28th of June

I can make you feel that i'm a surreal cartoon

with my pistol in the face of hip hop, stick in your face

Because i'm on a paper chase, yes i'm on a paper chase

My Timberlands are fully laced I be the Mr. Boogeyman 

With records from 125th to Japan

I laid them play like Johnny Hathaway and shake a hand, shake a hand

Your lady tried to kick it, but I couldn't play my man

My niggaz is my niggaz ya see she didn't understand

I shake your hand and shit'll hit the fan, just think

Just think, what?  What if you could, just blink, what?

Just blink yourself away?



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[Verse Three:]



Malik B get on the mic yo there's too much on my mind (say what?)

Malik get on the mic, there's too much on my mind

Johnny on the spot, got the rhythm and the rhyme

Fuckin with The Roots you know them niggaz is the dime

I can make a hundred yard line start to dash

I can make a whole lake of fish start to splash

I can make Conan and the Titans clash

I can Metallica and guns 'N Roses crash

Used to smash crash parties like i was disturbed

Used to make plots against the herringbone herb

But now, all I do disperse the verb

And like a nerd i can make you say, "He's superb"

Word is perfect, never ever shall you misinterpret

I move styles like bowels so now you know i'm worth it

Direct from Philly, the lands where niggas scheme

So you know I got the sheen in my gleam



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