Groove is my escapism  when I'm bubbly I just kick it
 What I need from you is understanding that I'm standing
 On my own two  down with my own crew
 Toe cancer  I'm bad to the bone too  I'm prone to snap off
 When I'm off that Cognac I can't hold back like a massouse
 I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight
 When it's time for some action I get Red's "Tonight's Da Night"
 An eye for an eye, a life for his wife
 Dissected I'm on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite
 Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct
 I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links
 And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I'm the locksmith
 Started a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage
 I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote
 Engage in a page, and with words I elope
 Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the viles
 Anti-Nazi when I rocks like a Z-28
 At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them microphones
 They couldn't house the shit so they had to rent to own
 It's like that, coming from the go rapper
 I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra
 So keep on, and you don't, now come on
 Ah keep on, and you don't

 Sometime when I'm alone in my room I stare at the wall
 And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhyme
 And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged
 Like a nigga in position with the stolen card the credit
 Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to edit
 My mellows call me "Never", they be like "Never's going to get it"
 Never's too much, I'm much too, I do justice to poetics
 That's why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"
 Other studs come through to see what I am up to
 They be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit
 Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look
 Rest in peace to ?Heavena?, washing tons of rappers like Booker
 Tee told me "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"
 How you going to come off with the style that's thourough?
 It's like that, keep on, ha ha
 It's like that, keep on

 My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock
 I'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox
 Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black face
 Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race
 Just cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don't make you hip-hop
 You sorry excuse for funk rap
 Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that
 The real shit's starting to come back
 The Go is where I'm from and where I'm at, jack
 I started eating cat when I was 10
 Before dinner I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson
 I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind
 But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty
 The facts of life I didn't learn from watching Tootie
 But living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big titties
 My style is steep, I write rhymes on the incline
 Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib line
 I'm slamming, jamming on the one
 I'm a bad man, you're just a good son, come on