Once upon John thinking on this

MC's just don't know

That the best will never contest my flow

Hieroglyphics the fly bros rip shit for ya

And watch you stumble as I kicks it

I blow ya away

Like a sailboat you fail quote some of my shit

to try and get props

But no they got butt flow

What bro

Can handle the pressure from my gut blow

I appear as a foundation laced in your face

That there will be no replacin

So trace your tracks or face the mack

Cuz I got your girlfriend and ain't no takin her back

Word

I got it like that, so if you strike back

Steal, or don't say shit

I play with brains

Your thought train is often hijacked and rearranged

We became the fly macks

It's like that, cuz we got it like that (8X)

What a little way to express the anger

Ya done pressed the stranger, danger

Might change a wrong to right

Yet a song I write will shed new light as you fight

And fuss with us so we must discuss

Busting your brain right open

And you strain I'm hoping

Enquiring minds turn out dope men, but the potion

Was not potent enough to fade the master yet

Since you have no kryptonite, I get to rip the mic

I flip like side B, hit a comp wield and tear apart

we'll be-havin babboon

They'll be cravin the tunes

Sooner than the Sun Times on a new day

But who they, I got a bobby pin, so I can rob you men

And be driver, of how I come, with my gum

slander, and demand a man to think

Cuz I can stop and wait, while others contemplate

the theories and when they hear these the fear beez

tremendous, but I won't amend this, endless

time is spent to rhyme, when I'm lit

Get a creative urge, then I sit

And muster clusters of creation we placed in

your face when I bust you

It's like that, cuz we got it like that (16X