I can snap, rap, pack,
click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take Take Take Take that ass to the point
you have to ask for your ass back
A fucking joker smoker,
taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple
I would've turned out a shogun
Smack the any-and-all talk, talk, talk,
jokers I can't hawk
And all that shit I hear about me
losing is small talk
I ain't a punk,
I'll slot ya, furthermore I don't scare chief
The reason I called you 'pussy' 'cause you are what you eat,
each
Look is a little closer to the
center of a blowpipe
Don't speak when I am talking,
this is my fucking shop
How dare you even try me? Don't you
know you be funky, while
You're smiling backstage doing mother,
ugh, doggy style
Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave
Check out this style that I've
Soul-simulated,
sounds sounds from a stocky
Semi-social, never never seem sloppy
See silly slapping suckers,
sorry saps and slouchers
Straps slamming stouch, macking this mass
is savvy
We see so-so-songs and and
and some shots, so
Snaps stepping separate,
start slowly, go solo
Set the cassette stereo,
sounds diffing
Stood the Sagittarian, some
marriage is a system
Smoke the joker,
three times over
And owe her, go with the flow
Or I'm about to yoke a joker
All that straight faced shit like
your heart had been through
Smile and give your face something
the fuck to do
You're ugly, smugly, squiggly,
dilly-wrinkled faced bastard
Someone needs to hit and run ya
to run ya ass over backwards
Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up
Grab your microphone,
battle time shown up
Any freestyle I see while I prowl
I dial a new style,
tell me about ooh-chow
Another Another victory,
it's mystery
I smoke your skull,
your brain'll come blistery
All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he
Get the things he needs? Remember
how blistery?
You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap
You can't kill me, I step into your dreams,
you feel me
Slicin' your life away,
just like I might today
I eat you the psycho way, I'm
ripping shit right away,
I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch
off of angel dust
Take you to a sure you can fly,
just jump slut
You think you might say, a rhyme,
then someone might order like
You couldn't wet shit up
in a motherfucking water fight
All luck y'all,
look at the props y'all
So proud I'm sure,
suck my en core's
Swinging a bolo, your flow goes solo
I'll smoke ya
It's time to yoke the joker
The only way you would be getting
dis jump like a girlie
Is if your father would've bothered
to pull it out early
You ain't got a single drip drop,
you're stripped of hip-hop
If If I see ya disagreeing,
you'll be getting your shit dropped
It's extended version,
the side you can't fuck with
You'll get the jimmy MC,
you're swift to kick the bucket
I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy,
place your price high
Bet on a battle rhymer,
tell my chances are sky high
Never would you ever get the thriller,
say y'all sweat
"Ya know that kid Treach, I took
him out, he was no threat"
Because you know I'm better
than that on my worst day
Taking competition's what
I do in the worst way
Quick to do a hit, for you most
likely I spoiled ya
I bored and ignored ya,
then boringly floored ya
The proof is in the footing,
my collar ain't wooden
It takes more than an axe to tax,
bless the children
Physically, facially, racially made to be
Crazily paid or G, what
a fucking way to be
Hot damn, I'm a man with
a hand plan
This smack that then attract
the new game plan
Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test
Shit, I was slept yet,
then go to the next step
That's what I do, that's what
I say, that's what I live
That's what I prove, that's what I move,
that's what I give
Making other brothers want
to go home and write shit
Bite what I might get,
then up and say "I quit"
Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dog
From you ain't in amazing,
want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do
Yoke the joker!
Naughty By Nature 
