If you need to get high  there's a mask and shit in the overhead compartment
 I can't tell y'all what the weather's like cuz my radio's fucked up
 And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty
 Don't panic  take one more hit off the oxygen mask
 Calmly put your hands between your legs
 And kiss your black ass goodbye!!

 I'm swift like a motherfuckin gift for Christmas
 When I send my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus
 My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground
 Let me be blunt: I like crackin brews with bitches
 The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatEVER
 Rainin on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas
 My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin
 I got clapped on, now I'm the one doin the clappin
 I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex
 blow tape decks when I'm more strapped than latex
 Felt like menopause, I make niggaz act like beatches
 Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin -- with they ass full of stitches
 Woo! I just don't give a FUCK
 I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia
 Travel around my curse universe
 I'm droppin 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert
 Droppin the slang, I'll bust your brains with the real shit
 Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it
 Abuse niggaz verbally so call Dyfus
 I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I didn't kill Cyrus
 Noorotic, my style format rocks the project
 I get as ill as chief of police on narcotic
 Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick your
 funky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing
 Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin?
 Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen

 I'm in the world, with Jacob's Ladder


 I'm seein a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthma
 They attackin me, they slowin they rhymes down actually
 They got factories with little dolls named after me
 But it's no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere
 pressed-in, I take advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin
 Newark New Jersey's what I represent
 Iiiiiiiyiiiihhhhh
 My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's home
 and to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome in
 Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I roll a spliff with
 Fat to be passed through Bedrock and Diamond District
 So what the fuck I got clapped on for my truck
 Then I laughed cause fuck the cash I just wanted my tape bag
 Fantastic fabulous my shit is fat shit
 The bomb like Elway throw bombs on John Madden
 Fuck that, let's get to the point, my shit's the joint, I roast
 Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast
 voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets
 PPP packs a bunch of wild motherfuckers

 Hold hold hold, wait wait wait
 Let me school this bitch
 Yo bitch my shit is tight, can any MC do this
 *sounds of sex*
 And come back on the mic?

 I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots
 On blocks where your punk ass still bustin off slingshots
 Talkin shit about me when I'm drivin by slowly
 Sayin I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me
 Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back
 and let your moms give me cornrows on my crack
 Cause I'm nasty like that