Official

CHORUS
Oh yeah
Well the bell has rung
Because the time is here
Oh Yeah
We gotta switch it around
And put the thing in gear
Oh yeah
Not much is for sure
But this here is true
Oh yeah
I gotta do it for me
But then I'll do it for you
Major attraction
Trouble distraction
Scramble up my name and it still come action
Music's our number
Dial to sue slumber
Open up your ears to the low tint of thunder
Creative Queens native
Mixes automated
Want some fresh shit then we’ll correlate it
Busta is ferocious
I’m flawed and precocious
Carrying fools out
Cause my willy bodacious
Peoples don't blame me
Shorties can't game me
Country Cherokee
But the city here made me
rock like coral
distinctive 'bout my orals
Gotta lil grime
And gotta lotta laurels
The rhythm stay bangin'
My one two thangin'
Is exemplified by the cop left hangin'
Percussion's our weapons
Drums are Smith and Wesson's
lyrics pop it off
Leaving deep impressions
CHORUS
I feel what the beat does
People fuck with me cause
When the song end
I become what the beat was
Same thing is other
No need for cookie cutter
The bar gets raised
Not you're average old gutter
For that I hit a chin up
B, ya time been up
Would've came sooner
But I overslept my get up
Now let's get in the middle
Girl I'll solve ya riddle
Cause we can be strong
And protect against the brittle
If groupies need to see me
Go and get the CD
I aerosol you all top to bottom like graffiti
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Dudes say I'm plotting
When you here the music
Thus begins the Mardi Gra'n
Rhymes ain't the issue
That's how I'm gone get you
Don't need a Billboard
hit for me to hit you
The clairvoyant micist
Who always come the tightest
Queens everywhere
Demonstrating who the flyest
CHORUS