You're Eating Crazy Cheese Like You'd Think I'm From Paris
 You Know I Get Fly You Think I Get High
 You Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Tell You All Why
 So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm Missing
 The Reason That You're Smiling or Wilding
 So Listen In My Head I Just Want To Take 'em Down
 Imagination Set Loose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em Down
 Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide
 When I Get On I Like To Ride And Glide
 I've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'all
 I Get Props At My Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'All
 So What'cha Want
 I get So Funny With The Money That You Flaunt
 I said Where'd You Get Your Information From Huh?
 You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes


 Yeh, You Can't Front On That


 Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man
 I'm Like Spoonie Gee Well I'm The Metropolitician
 You Scream And You Holler About My Chevy Impala
 But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around Your Collar
 But Like A Dream I'm Flowing Without No Stopping
 Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping
 Goin' From Mic To Mic Kickin' It Wall To Wall
 Well I'll Be Calling Out You People Like A Casting Call
 Well It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A Ride
 With Your Know With Your Flow When You're Out Getting By
 Believe Me What You See Is What You Get
 And You See Me I'm Coming Off As You Can Bet
 Well I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time
 This Time I'm Losing My Mind
 That's Right, Said I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time
 This Time I'm Losing My Mind


 Yeh, You Can't Front On That


 But Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk About
 I'm Tired Of Driving It's Due Time That I Walk About
 But In The Meantime, I'm Wise To The Demise
 I've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Realize
 Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'All
 I Want You Off The Wall If You're Playing The Wall
 I said What'cha Want
 Y'All Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They Bounce
 So I Reach Into My Pocket For The Fresh Amount
 See I'm The Long Leaner Vincent The Cleaner
 I'm The Illest ------------ From Here To Gardena
 I'm As Cool As A Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce
 You've Got The Rhyme And Reason But No Cause
 Well If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker Than Grease
 I've Got News For You Crews You'll Be Sucking Like A Leach


 You Can't Front On That
 So What'cha Want