Another Laze production with an even smoother sound

It's 1994 and I'm taking breaking suckers down

To they lowest element, they claim it's irrelevant

That they ain't true artists but they do it for the hell of it

I'm the schizophrenic tenet in your house

And when you pop that shit, hurry scurry like a mouse

Suckers getting busted in they teeth when they fuck around

I'll call you Bozo Lollipop 'cause you're a sucker, clown

You're rhymes are just a drizzle and I be weatherwise

Guys pissing on they mother like it was DEAD/ALIVE

But step for a battle of snaps and I'll beat you

Your mother's like Bologna but she'll still refuse to meet you

Teaching like a professor but yet the intellectuals

Say my rhyme's divine though it's still ineffectual

Shove your arguments, get in line and take a number, son

I'm the motherfucker that be number one



Number one on your hit list but also on the playlist

Of the radio stations that promised me they'd play this

Five years in the game yet I still have to answer to

New jack fans looking for shit for dancing to

They all disappointed when they hear me start to roll

'Cause I ain't sayin' "Whoot" or "Fiz-uck the hiz-oe"

That ain't mi stylee and I be wondering

Why the drizzle rhymers seem to be thundering

On the charts but yet they started rhyming last month

I'm at a midnight snack you just past lunch

It ain't my fault I ain't speakin' on a blunt or gun

Just to prove the fact that I'm number one



All the fools was acting foolish like it was they job

But year after year I make more hits than the mob

Brothers want to battle on the mic they can shove it

'Cause this is my job and Goddamn it, I love it

Producers hear my tracks and turn a shade of envy green

'Cause have you ever sampled from Stanley Turrentine?

I doubt it you'll get routed 'cause the shit that I flip

Is like a stack of fecal pancakes here's my syrup let it drip

Other lyricists are hearing this and pissing in they pants

Scared of the small guy in the kick-your-ass stance

Dance if you want to, but let me spin the vinyl

I can work a crowd like college kids at finals

You wanted a piece of me, see what your luck did?

Grab yourself a Stairmaster and step up, kid

When they hear me rhyming, brothers catching woodies: lumber's fun

So chop a cherry tree and lie for number one