[ VERSE 1 ]

I was proven effective by a clinical test

Because some couldn't come to believe I was the best

So they tested me, and now they in the clinic

They almost arrested me, because I did it

But I didn't mean to do it

But you had to mess with me, and then you blew it

Now you got to chew it, and swallow it all

I guess that's the way that you bounce the ball

Or somethin like that, my mother always told me

Your mother always told me, "Baby, hold me"

Don't get mad because you don't get g's

And I get extra cheese like pizza

You can't keep your girl because you can't please her

But let's get back to the fact that's been approven

So let me prove it, come on, let's move it



(Come on)

(Yeah y'all, come on)	--> Flavor Flav



[ VERSE 2 ]

I spent time with the rhyme like a person

Rehearsin like a verse in a chapter

Of a play, but I rap to

Not make money

Though you might find it funny

But hey, I do it cause I like it, plus it is constructive

Enriching to the mind, cause it's mentally productive

And I am one who seeks special education

Cause I can't learn from the system of my nation

Or should I say my residence run by dead presidents

Cause my mother and brother and father are

>From the motherland of another land called Jamaica

Some of them say God, some of them say Jah is the Maker

But I say why say and who is to say

Cause you make yourself what you are today

And only to yourself do you have to prove it

So come on, let's move it



(Yeah y'all, come on)



[ VERSE 3 ]

Straight from the heart and a shot to the brain

To the hand on the pen and then flaunt the fame

And fortune, suckers I be schorchin and torchin

On and on to victory, me, I be marchin

Each and every day, reachin out to pay

My respects and checks to everybody that helped me on the way

To where I've gotten, thanks a lot and

Everybody out there buyin records by the carton

Thanks to the banks and thanks to the label

Thank you everybody with my record on your turntable

Thanks to the sellers and the distributors

Everybody thank your moms cause she delivered us

Thanks to your pops, he gave the drops of life

Thanks ot the Lord, the sword, the double knife

That I use to fight evil like I fight suckers

Damn, I like jam, so I wanna thank Smuckers

Thanks to my deejay and thanks to my producer

Thanks to the girls cause you let me seduce ya

Thanks to the posse around the way

And thanks to the fans that paved the way

You're coming to the jams, throw your hands in the air and prove it

Come on, let's move it



(Yeah y'all, come on)