Yeah

Check it out



Let's just sit back

And thik about all your peoples that passed away

All my peoples that passed away

All my peoples

All my peoples that passed away



Just another one of them type of things

To your peoples



Check it out

Check it out

Let me lock down and get into this



I gets funky like a monkey that ain't washed in years

My poetical punch puts me above my peers

I'm a hood who's good, many say I'm intelligent

Ultimate imperial, lyrical of benevolence

In '86 I was the Ebony Prince

Movin on, for '92 I make a big difference

Slash your rope and take your soul and change you into a queen

I'm the king in this here thing and now I'm rippin the scene

No delayin in my sayin, cause playin is for little kids

But when I'm stressed, I go relax inside my pyramid

I write raps, precious like artifacts

Cause I'm a cool cat tryin to get real fat

What's in my name, but the style is a description

Because my skills date back to the Egyptians

Cream of the Earth, and I was first to swim the Nile

And I was chosen at birth to be a star child

Rap vernacular and lyrical conceiver

Nubian lover who never caught the jungle fever

Reflect and inject in your brain, so you won't forget it

I grab the mic and save the party like a paramedic

The instrumental leads the way to my mentality

Life is a tragedy, but hey, it's just reality

I fell asleep, but then I woke up quick on the double

Peace to Trouble, yo baby, you know I love you

Dancin on the clouds with your golden mic

While I'm livin on this Earth I'm gonna keep the fight

[Name], don't cry, she didn't die, she just took the trip

So all you drug dealin niggas better get a grip

I treat girls like Nikes and I love to sport em

My brain blooms like a flower in the month of autumn

Autumn is fall, pardon me, I meant to say spring

So here's some cash, buy a new mic, I'ma rep this thing

Sneak to the jams into the parks until my mother called me

Droppin the skills on the mic my dead father taught me

Intelligent, but you know the Hoodlum stays behind me

And when you need me, Mrs. [Name] you know where to find me

The heat is on, word is bond, and it's gettin higher

I dedicate this to [Name] and [Name] [Last Name]

Bustin my brain, designin raps really paid off

Rough or smooth, I never felt the need to get soft

So now I flex this, young and I'm wreckless

A revolutionist, far from a sexist

But yet still a lotta ladies wanna sex 

The god in the flesh, whatever I possess

I grab the microphone, and intellect will manifest



Yeah

Check it out

Just one of them type of things

That you just sit back

And think aobut all your peoples that passed away

All my peoples that passed away

All my peoples

All my peoples that passed away

All my peoples that's passed away

My man [Name], bust a move

We love you, [Name], bust a move

My man [Name], bust a move

We love you, [Name], bust a move

Grand Groove, bust a move

We love you, Grand Groove



You know what I'm sayin?

One of them type of things

We dedicate to the peoples



To all my peoples that passed away

To all my peoples that passed away

We love you to this day

All my peoples, that's the way

And that's the way



Check it out, bust a move

Grand Groove, bust a move

We love you, Grand Groove, bust a move