cats try to pigeonhole my written flow but didn t know my spittin so orginal that it cannot be bitten or forgotten hip hop s johnny rotten got the bed that your mommy got in suicidal kamikaze plotting your murder story in purgatory the burning glory of my weed s unmatched indeed locked to the brain and got latched and keyed back from the dead with hot tracks you need you spot wax s steeze on the top of the trees it s hogging up all of the shine from these other emcees the people in my neighborhood can t get their water to freeze because my presence got their fridges at a hundred degrees i be the conductor that done fucked your whole shit up like hiroshima go get a fork to stick in the litter box and eat shit dunny cause i m sicker than chicken pox and spittin the shit that rocks and sticking my dick in foxy women they like how i fuck to the rhythm they be like holy shit the flow he spit was both classic and fat like moby dick i m totally sick my whole clique globally thick ride the microphone and we rip any opponent we pick they like jesus christ the steeze is nice it s both dark and powerful like condoleeza rice emcees get diced chopped up to pieces with mics then i add a little spit for some season and spice and saute it for twenty minutes then i eat it with rice and that s wax s forte dish classic gourmet bitch i ma rock til the wheels fall off fuck that i ma rock til your ears fall off i used to rock so easily back in the days of run dmc when they was like dum diddy dum diddy diddy dum dum i said one fifty one rum in the city slum i m a gritty bum yes a b more all star natty boh with the hole in the wall ball pass the henny and i m so damn good how a suburban white boy spit so damn hood i m just saying bruh the flow so gutta y all we throw strikes while y all throw those gutter balls that s why the ho so butterball got your girl all up in the lab rocking no clothes but her bra yes and the flow don t stop you should photoshop my face on a robocop i m so hot robotic rhyme i ain t gotta sign on the dotted line to prove that your shit ain t as hot as mine bottom line is that we are the truth you need proof witness me and herbal t in the booth we just bouncing and stretching and it s oh so ear and eye catching not to mention the fact that we never come wack it s just a motherfucking family tradition  yes it s true bro few flow better than the veteran duo compare us to h2o people saying ehere did you move yo from the east to the wild wild west like kool moe dee herbal t be breaking you down making you bow to the kings of this motherfucker taking the crown gimme a rake and a plow and a couple of seeds in a couple of months we gon roll a couple of trees and get high as shit the fliest clique is both independent and slick like a private dick straight pillaging your village in a pirate ship them guys is sick make you catch a virus quick til you ha llucinate them dudes is great they both on top and legendary like medusa s snakes and like her i ll turn you stone with one line literally make you rock to the way that i rhyme it s like steadily gettin incredibly spittin whenever we hittin the studio we never be slippin cleverly written material readily sippin imperial stout by samuel smith the man the myth the legend is me herbal goddamn t shining a goddamn light so everybody can see you the phoniest punk spittin erroneous junk while i create melodies like thelonious monk only a skunk could compare to the funk of the flow when i m spittin hit you quick then like i m dunking a donut i m dippin straight flip with the manuscript to make your whole fucking clique just abandon ship like geronimo toppling you like a domino treat emcees like detainees at guantanamo torture em interrogate em force em in the barricade and cover em in gas and then i scorch em when i serenade em pour a little marinade on top of the steaks while dj s keep my records all on top of the crates stopping the fakes girls on the dance floor say yo herbal what s the t stand for well the textbook talented track terrorist tomahawk type of technique to teach tricks to tony hawk trash talkers try to test the technology tempted to traverse toxic topography i m trouble like treacherous trails the torpedo taking out twinkled toed tattle tales two takes max when i tape tracks tricks tactics is tiny like tic tacs torrential like tornadoes and twisters i transmit transcripts through my transistor trap tricks like toads in terrariums the tip top terminator totalitarian