Now for next to little or nothin' I be rippin' up every function
 with scientifical mad man consumptions
 with mass productions of mass conjunctions
 I display new ways of mc destruction
 'cause ain't nothin' better than the shit I got
 makin' niggas jump off the roof and roof tops
 I put the hip in hop and the don't in stop and the clips in glocks
 when I rock box your block
 my hypothesis on this is you niggas better come in terms of my vocabulary quick
 or get dissed
 my brain bleeds mental complex feeds
 bring it on kid I got exactly what you need
 twisted metaphors to get your shit in star wars
 live forever like Bob Marley just because
 the mad matador metaphor rips the hard core
 for him and his them and theirs you and yours

 chorus:

 And it beez like that sometimes
 cause I can't control the rhyme
 I said it beez like that sometimes
 cause I can't control the rhyme
 I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
 we keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
 cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
 and it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy

 Verse 2:

 the most beautifullest vocabulist
 punches phony mc's dead in their esophogaus
 my analysis is roughly calloused
 you better practice if you want to challenge this
 I'm symbolic to the sun moon and stars
 you gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are
 the funk phat tracks lures you to listen
 as my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position
 learn a quick lesson of mic aggression
 so when I walk down the street there'll be no second guessing
 now you can walk the walk talk the talk
 back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray
 I'm a scientist in the mix like Plyx
 turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots
 non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil
 punch you Grand Royal as you foam like boil

 Chorus

 verse 3:

 I played the many thousand roles of street life
 showed Whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight
 me and my crew be tight like Lavren and Shirley
 rollin' through all ya'lls hoods pullin all ya'lls fly girlies
 emcee's always bitch, that makes my style all hard
 I role with nobody but God and the Squad
 me and my troops we knock the shit out the sides of dudes
 lettin the OJ juice loose on phat tracks E-d produced

 Chorus