(The j)



[VERSE 1]

Bringin it, bringin it back to original Sever

Back to the roots, hip-hop double head-up

Red light, ride up the bass just a smidgen

Yo, get the speakers singin like a stool pigeon

[Sweeny tarts] slice up a slip throat

Livin in a castle, hoes swimmin in my moat

Masterful moves on a microphone endeavour

Prime Minister, Daddy Rich, Sam - ah em, S-S-Sever

Bless you [for the butter] tissue

Blowin like breeze [ ] on an iglu

President [ ] got the big bags

([ ]) do your head like a doo-rag

Clockin mad dough every time that you seen us

Go with the flow like [ ] penis

Peep your move, but that's no haps, bee

You're ridin on my dick in a rapsody



[VERSE 2]

Back in '86 Rakim hit The Melody

Ever since then shit jumped off steadily

Still counterfeits [ ] plus felony

When I'm on the pavement people are tellin me

Yo, you got the swollen up, mad man musical

Style, plus loops, loops quite suitable

Never half-step, neither semi-semi

I - I [ ] the professor, he's a swell guy

Wanna step to the drama over hit-and-run

Yo, you'd be out before I say Jack Robinson

Swig it, not a biggot like Archibald Bunker

Six pack of soul, there she blow, yo I sunk her

Dunk ya like a [ ] then my head got (foamy)

Took her like the Japanese took over Sony

'Lost in space' with the [ ] Dr. Smith

I got Lyor Cohen sayin (I smell a hit)

That's the record biz, yeah danger, danger

Fuck with me and Rich, and we might rearrange ya

Ain't a rapsody in blue, my crew is rollin deep

Constipated Monkeys odor hangin on 97th street

Got flavor, ill behaviour

Rich won't spin till the dough man pays ya

Hittin up hits like a symphony

The melody flows, rise to the rapsody



[VERSE 3]

The name's Pete Nice - what, go twice

Like the 49er [ ] eatin Uncle Ben's rice

Stuck together like a Siamese twin

Won't get jerked, just fill it to the rim

The R-i-c-h Daddy [ ]

If I [ ] chicken, then you call me the Colonel

How many beats could the Richie Rich chop

If the Daddy Rich could chop percussion?

Better call 911, get an ambulance, first aid kit for a cushion

So hop along, hop-hop-hop-hop-oh

Squeel like a pig for the mafia capo

Someone said I'm a son of a gun

But hold upM hold up, who you're callin son?

I got a drum on my side, so I swagger

Smokin boots, see a plum, yo, I bag her

High on a fly, yo, I caught a [ ] buzz

Amnesia - forgot where I was

So bring it on back for the Minister Prime Time

Like (ernest and) Julio I sip wine

Brewin up the tracks [have ya] like John Madden

Psychopathic, movin in a pattern

Like a serial killer on a move, see

It's time to move hips to the rapsody