We have just accepted all applications
And tuition will be paid on Friday
You can't catch me ribbiting a mic like do-re-mi-mi
Measles are contagious like my lyrical pages
Flipping and flipping the mic
From back in the days these days is kinda hectic
Hectic when these suckers don't respect it, check it
Flame on, I know the light is bright
But keep on watching me, I'm stolen property
Kicking the flavor to society, police be clocking me
But logically they got to be
'Cause they were taught that serious poetry will come from Socrates
But that ain't it
In '94 I'll kick the hit
If I was in front of Shakespeare, I'd battle upon your tank of shit
I'm not having it, bust the narrative I come to give, listen
Rap is something you do, hip-hop is something you live
The difference is kids nowadays they got the video
Rappers don't need skills to build so they don't really know
Hear me yo, I'm four times on Arsenio
Got ten videos but does that help me flow? No
That's why when you come to the show MCs act like they don't know
'Cause they were too young to rock up in the disco
Frisco disco, the disc is like a Nabisco
Chocolate chip cookie, don't fuck with me rookie
I'm rocking beats and with death-defying feats
And I'm never squeaking, I'm always freaking when I'm speaking
Inside I'm keeping a statement for policing
I'm down for peace and but not turn the other cheek and
So this DJ he gets down
Mixing records while they go
Round and round, round we go
Two years ago, a friend of mine
And Flash is gonna rock your mind
Welcome to the Terrordome, the Terrordome
I wonder if I take you home
E-F-F-E-C-T
A cool operator operating correctly
But back in the days I knew rap would never die
Too late baby bye
Bye in a batty boy head, head, head
Insane in the membrane
Take the train, take the train
M-E-T-H-O-D Manhattan keeps on making it
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
We keep coming back with more and more hits
Party people I came through the door
I said it before, two years ago
Super ho, if my train goes off the track
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, back, back
Back to the grill again, the grill again
Friends, how many MCs must get dissed
Before somebody says don't fuck with Kris
Hey ho, keep on moving don't stop
Nobody beats the Biz
Let's do the dance called the Pee Wee Herman
Hey Erick Sermon
Hey you, you, get off my cloud
Go down baby, go down baby
The Gods must be crazy
You ain't fresh, you ain't fresh, yeah
