Listen up everybody, the bottom line I'm a black intellect but unrefined With precision like a bullet, target bound Just livin', like a hooker, the harlot sounds Now when I say the harlot, you know I mean the hot Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip Draftin' of the poets, I'm the number seven pick Licks, licks, licks, boy pon your backside Licks, licks, licks, boy pon your backside Listen to the fader, Shaheed let's it glide Tip the earthly body, heaven's on my side Even in Santo Domingo, man I gotta Gringo Yo, we got mics, when do we go? Know a little ***** who can rhyme when you ask me Short, dark, plus his voice is raspy
One for the treble, two for the bass You know my style Tip, now watch me rip this I like my beats harder than two day old **** Steady eatin' booty MCs like cheese grits My man Al B. sure, he's in effect mode Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me But just in case I own more condoms than TLC Now the formula is this, me, Tip and Ali For those who can't count it goes one, two, three The answer, big up is who I who Brothas find this hard to do but never me Some brothas try to dis Malik, you see'm catchin' me And I care 'bout them booty MCs, my **** be hittin' Trainin' gladiator, anti-hesitater Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada Mister Energetic, who me, sound pathetic? When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic? I don't know man, I don't know man I don't know man, I don't know, I don't know Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God
Complimentary, The Thief of Poetry I got a humdinger comin' hook, line and sinker The Timbo hits with the prints underground Timbo's on the toes, I love the way it's goin' down Down like the lady of the evenin' And when it goes in, honey, just believe the sin 'Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place Take off your boots 'cuz you can't run the race Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God
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