[ The E (& DJ Boss) ]



Hey yo Boss



(Yo, what's up?)



OG Style in effect



(For the nineties, baby)



Yo, a lotta those groups out there think that they on top of the game



Well, why don't we let em know what's up



(Commence)







[ VERSE 1: The E (& DJ Boss) ]



Take three paces and step back (step back)



Cause I'm not afraid of no knick-knacks (knick-knacks)



A lot of that lip is just flip-flap (flip-flap)



Same old nonsense, it's all crap (it's all crap)



You try to come for somethin I know (I know)



You're braggin on yourself, still weak, bro (still weak, bro)



Never will I ever be solo (solo)



I'm down with Boss, so now you know (you know)



Pick up the pieces where I left off (left off)



Funky MC cause I get off (I get off)



You get beamed and then you turn off (turn off)



You act aggravated and you burn off (burn off)



I'm from Houston and I get hyped (real hype)



Freak a lotta girls cause I'm that type (oh God)



I drink Coke, I don't drink Sprite (drink Sprite)



I wear Nikes, but not Flights (but not Flights)



I ride a Benz if I have to (if I have to)



I prefer a limo cause it grabs you (cause it grabs you)



Thinkin I'm blind I'm lookin at you (I see ya)



Holdin on my record like a statue



Sucker







[ VERSE 2: The E (& DJ Boss) ]



Time to start the rhyme scheme over (over)



My dog's name is Dick, not Rover (not Rover)



I don't believe in four-leaf clovers (clovers)



The rhyme style is dope but I'm sober (sober)



The name of the crew's called OG (OG)



Which consist of Boss and E (that's me)



We produce a rapper named Divine MC (Divine MC)



Who's down with the Nation Posse (word)



Now it's time to change context (context)



Gimme a mic and watch me flex (me flex)



Your style's simple, mine's complex (complex)



Listen to the style that I inject (that I inject)



Funky is the term that I go by (go by)



See a fly girl and I go "hi" (hi)



Make a lotta money cause I talk fly (talk fly)



I speak the truth and I don't lie (I don't lie)



Wear a Rap-A-Lot watch not a Timex (or a Seiko)



Use a jimmy hat, I like safe sex (yeah, that's right, bro)



When I do a show I'm in effect (effect)



Now listen to the way that I direct



Sucker







[ VERSE 3: The E (& DJ Boss) ]



Give it up, bro, don't try to play me (don't try to play me)



You might be a lotta things but you're not E (not E)



You're just a sucker tryin to play MC (play MC)



But that's funny, you're rappin to a wack beat (haha)



I shine bright as the sun cause I'm a starlight (starlight)



I get busy as a beaver when I jam right (when I jam right)



Before a show I practice so it's all tight (all tight)



I'm a perfectionist, this is not a psyche



Sucker







Hey yo Boss



(Yo, what's up?)



Why don't break the track down a little something like this?



(Aight bet)







[ VERSE 4: The E ]



So what's up, bro, with that cheap stuff you're talkin



Your played out jealousy's in your eye when I'm walkin



But you're delighted to see the phase that I bring



You get a glimpse, you're content with what I swing



I'm like a hawk, I see what you attempt to hide



In my stride you'll divide while I glide



And to the OG saga you will forever succumb



Your raps are hum-drum cause you're dumb



How could you be so illiterate to think that you could baffle me



When I house it's a catastrophy



I'm the Original E, formerly of a Phase 3



Dropped a sucker, now it's OG



Long live the reign of the rhyme therapist



Microphone terrorist



Sucker