[ VERSE 1 ] 

Droppin a flow like this be breakin the suckers 

And rippin the rhythm and showin I'm bringin the feel of my tongue 

And be makin em manifest that I be rockin the young 

Flowin this style I be singin and bringin 

It's breakin the people and go in the mind of a teen 

Be makin em hear it and manifest up in him that I'm a star to become 

Quick the lyrical style I'ma kick 

You better catch the rhythm of it 

Cause hip-hop is becomin complicated, never be left hung 

Bringin a style like this kinda quick and crisp 

A lyrical twist be comin from Chi-Town 

I know that hip-hoppers all over will be stung 



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(How was the rhyme brung?) 

Frum the tip of my tung (7X) 

(How was the rhyme brung?) 

Frum among the tip of my tung 



[ VERSE 2 ] 

Rock the style of my second verse like that of my first 

Be showin the hip-hop hypes my types of flowin, but not the best of T 

From an imagination this was took, a mental crook 

Stirring this up like a chef or cook 

I hear them say give me the recipe 

Breakin this off in the fashion of an erection of an adventurous style 

That I'ma use to just confuse and smart people then go dumb 

You say me style be wack cause y'all can't manifest what I be sayin 

Think I'm a lyrical midget, watch me then say fee-fi-fo-fum 

Flowin this like a veteran that I'm incredible is what they be stung by 

When I'ma give in a flow of the funk I erect like a wee-wee 

Then see me gee, we be DJ Jihad and T.T. 

Steppin and then I'ma find a lyrical line that'll flow from me like peepee 

Rockin and me stylin, rockin and me stylin, wildin 

Them say me tracks be wack, I just sip them like them coco 

Loco, a lyrical thing I sling and cling like Sing-Sing, merciless like Ming 

Watch me come and stiff in em like a photo 

Funky, funky, funky stylin, wildin 

I'ma drop in a flow that breaks and takes a lyrical wiz to wax a funky scholar 

Flowin a hyper type of song that I sung from the lung 

Breakin em up in a snap, I think that I better thank Allah 



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[ VERSE 3 ] 

Face the lyrical rhythm of this lick I throw in a blister of a body 

Breakin em up so quick that I can even bruise hair 

Ryhthm will rock blocks and funky track drops 

Don't wanna come in the door but when you're hearin this 

Do I hear a 'knock-knock who's there'? 

Twista breakin em off in a magical rhythmous manifestation of a lyrical racin 

Chasin suckers that my funky rhythm elects 

Wrote this, quote this, notice how I wreck 

My funky hoocus pocus broke his neck 



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