I shall, proceed, and continue, to rock the mic (4x)
Just think, what if you could just
Just blink yourself away
Just think, what if you could just
Just blink yourself away
Jeff X could rock the mic with tooth decay
I be the 5 foot 7
Residing at the Mecca, rest and dress, in South section
Used to cut class, in the infinite pursuit of ass
Back in '86
Easy with the chicks, I was a chocolate boy
Raised in the cella with the rhythm, like Ella
Walked the mega trife streets, to the subway
Where I lay, till the train stop, then a nigga hop
Used to do the pop dance, to the Planet Rock
At the block party, everybody jock, Who Me?
It's the MC sucka niggas envy
I got my contract in 1993
And I shall proceed
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I wake up early in the morning, I mean early afternoon
Break a lyrical hymn off the stem like Boom!
I'm fly and when I die, yo put this shit up on my tomb
That nigga represented on the 28th of June
I'm representin Philly on the 28th of June
I can make you feel that I'm a surreal cartoon
With my pistol in the face of hip-hop
Stick 'em for pace
Because I'm on a paper chase (say what?)
I'm on a paper chase
My Timberlands are fully laced, I be the Mr. Boogieman
With records from a hundred-twenty fifth to Japan
I laid 'em, play like Donnie Hathaway
And shake-a-hand, shake-a-hand
Your lady tried to kick it, but I couldn't play my man
My niggas is my niggas, and she didn't understand
I shake your hand, and shit'll hit the fan
Just think, just think
What, what if you could just
Just blink what, blink yourself away
As I proceed
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Malik B. get on the mic
Hey yo, it's too much on my mind (Say What?)
Malik get on the mic it's too much on my mind (Ok)
Johnny on the spot, got the rhythm and the rhyme
Fucking with the Roots, you know them niggas is a dime
I can make a hundred yard line start to dash
I can make a whole lake of fish start to splash
I can make Conan and the Titans clash
And I can make Metallica and Guns 'N' Roses thrash
Used to smash crash parties like I was disturbed
Used to make locks against the haering bone herb
But now, all I do disperse the verb
And like a nerb, I can make you say, he's superb
Wordy perfect, never ever shall you misinterpret
I move styles, like vows, so now you know I'm worth it
Direct from Philly, the land where niggas scheme
So you know I got that sheen in my gleam
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