Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
   It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock
   My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
   Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie
   I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined
   Spit pesticides for rats and vermin
   Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning
   Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is
   Far from a brand new kid to show biz
   Tryna hold on, maintain my focus
   Coming out a room with a could of smoke
   Smokers rolling with the punches
   I survive and rock
   Cause I keep the crowd alive
   And the texture of my voice
   Is course and kind of hoarse and cut
   Like I'm throwing a thousand knives
  
   [Hook:]
   Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound
   Reach for my waist you hit the ground
   You better duck when that awful sound goes
   Boom
   Thats what's happenin in the parking lot
   Thats whats happenin on stage
  
   [Repeat Hook]
  
   The man at hand that rule the school
   And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z
   And be the most to boast I'm load and proud
   The game and reign that remain
   The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the
   More higher level of depth one step beyond dope
   To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note
   Cause I could never let em on top of me
   I play em out like a game of Monopoly
   Let it speed around the board like an astro
   And send them to jail for tryna pass go
   Shaking them up
   Breaking them up
   Taking no stuff
   But it still ain't loud enough
   So quest love let the fire roast
   So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause
  
   [Repeat hook]
  
   I'm live
   Design a finer rhyme that's right on time
   One step beynd and not behind the line
   That seperates thought from divine
   You can take it as a caution or a warning sign
   Look for antonyms
   Words I'm sending em
   Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's
   You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing
   I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson
   My brain like a factory constantly creating
   Materials stitch by stitch for decoration
   My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining
   My passion of rhyming is fashion designing
   Now it get sorted cause people wanna sport it ya bought it
   If you didn't then you couldn't afford it
   Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show
   And my brain go
   I do my thing yo
  
   [Repeat Hook]