(Wind it up, baby)





Knocker, don't ever try to clock the rocker

Command a whole clan just like Shaka

Can't stop the stylin when it's in effect

If you're wet behind the ears, ock, ya stay damp

Suckers oppose me soon as they hear me

Dope stuff invites all kinds of theories

But I eat up and have ate up all type of MC's

Who couldn't quite write rhymes like these

So tune your senses, make a consensus

Of on the ball sentences written by ES

Newsters cryin 'bout things so self-evident

Only speak on issues that you know are relevant

Or pertinent, rally with some structure

Instead of blurtin out wild conjectures

My knack the fact I'm black therefore I can adapt

And gap ya with my rap as if I was fully strapped

No need to watch your back, no need for sneak attack

I'd rather be face to face when I wax

Despite if ya hyped or psyched or comin right

You fill me with no fright and will get bust tonight

You'se a peon, been that way for eons

Sayin the same weak rhyme ES got beyond

Sure that you will find satisfaction Jackson

In every line of mine and everything Chuck designed

Hauntin ya so you'll never forget me

Just like those who chose to roll with me

Ultimately the result is for you bonkey

Mh-hm, yeah, still on me like a monkey

Way off the mark if you try to spark

A little debate, ya crooked Holmes, set yaself straight

I differentiate cause I'm the Unusual

Don't you disillusion yourself, the deal is dealt

Dig upon the Chuck Nice track, try to get with it

To divide and conquer is the only way you benefit

Like DJ Tat and Steady Boomin

To get paid you must stay improvin da groovin





From inside of myself it's often the way I recite

Usin lots of insight to shed a little bright light

Cause after all you can't remain the same every time

So I get new ways to rhyme

Work dilligent, any piece of loose leaf I'm fillin it

So I can be right to rock mics and be killin it

Used to be they'd sneak in like two at a time

But now everybody and they mom wanna rhyme

The quality's lowly, some rely solely

Upon their peers for the new ideas

But not Sinister E, with it never shall be, see

Cause I'm down with 3-D

Seldom on a LP will everything be

Hype and right till you wanna take flight

To the Chumpy Chump, pick it up, burn the needle on it

Cause you sort of can't stop rockin dances on it

Chock-full of funky things to make you jump right on us

The lyrics that be straight for your anus

Come across the name 3-D, they can't explain us

Spies on the inside always tryina drain us

I can't slip, get whipped or be on somebody else tip

So I gotta stay hip

Tone, T, Black, Rock, Queed, can't forget my man Berton

And on ya he put a hurtin

Sy, Rod, Ice, Chuck Nice, DJ Wood, Cool C, T-a-t

Boomin Steady, Killa Joe, what you know

Baya-Atim, it seem never dread

When what you're sayin is dead

You gotta know the jam is in like Flynn

And then my friend you won't have to pretend

The boys from HP and Hilltop be bruisin

Cheer me on stage and I'm improvin da groovin