ah well ya dip dip dive and ya socialize ya clean out your ears and ya open your eyes takin out mcs when i m on the rise never do the live range low in the highs well i sleep all day do my thing at night bump an eight track tape sky rockets in flight i m rockin my rhymes with a dusted might or kickin back at my crib afternoon delight i got love american style i bust a jimmy crack corn and a choc o dile i got skills like fortune has five double o and you know that i high profile sucker mcs they might try to test but after steppin to the kid well then the mic goes flex on an old school cap bust an old school rap and if you pop junk sucker then ya might get slapped when i m in new york i always jump the styles for a token they be hopin but they just get smiles five o runnin on the platform chasin leavin tracks of my shelltoes lose em like the wind blows often i m never soften i might be coughin throw ya on the third rail and you ll end up in a coffin you know why because i m dip dip divin ah to the the beat y all and ya don t stop ah freak freak y all until the sure shot i spend my days rockin the ill type of mad beats eatin fish and chicken but never ever red meat got a smooth rough style and and a caeser on top with a hood and a wink while the beat flip flop ya drop out the drums but i nice it acapella dishin out styles like a lucky ready teller never smack a girl never smoke no dust but i feel it on the mic when i m runnin from the fuzz an lp poet no smock just scales bust a yes yes y all over diggy drum veils an old school rhyme while i socialize now never will say freeze i ll just say dip dip dive 