Uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit' Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo Grey Goose and a whole lotta hydro Only describe us as soldier survivors Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse In a white tee lookin' for wifey Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze We can drive through the city no doubt But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out Newness here's the anthem Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit' Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop wit' Swing around like you stupid King o'the town, yeah I been that You know I click-clack where you and your mens at? Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat Rooftop like we bringing '88 back They shootin', aw made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? They shootin', aw made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? This ain't rappin', this is Street-Hop Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot My live niggas lit up the reefer Trunk o'the car, we got the street sweeper Don't start nothin', won't be none No reason for your mans to panic You don't want to see no ambulances Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup That's the way you get Timberland'd up Let the music diffuse all the tension Baller convention, free admission Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept All my just comin' homeys, parolees Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face, you people so phoney Pull out my waist, the eagle fo' forty They shootin', aw made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? They shootin', aw made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? I see niggas runnin', yo my mood is real rude I lay you out, show you what steel do Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges Every invitation to fight you punk chazzers Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa!" Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V. plasma Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers Whatever you choose, whatever you do Make sure he a thug and intelligent too Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love Lemme feel how the head is Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class Mami reach in your bag, pass the fifth I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit' My nines'll spit, niggas loose consciousness

When I step up in the place a-yo I step correct Woo-Hah! Got you all in check I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck Woo-Hah! I got you all in check And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque Woo-Hah! I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air don't ever disrespect Woo-Hah! I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like Junior Reid Wake up every morning yo I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo Willie make we roll some weed Mad charged nigga now I must proceed Yo we 'bout to make moves, set speed Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed Body blows busting your shit making you bleed Just feed off dynamic flows and take heed Need more information homeboy then just read Ay! You can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance, man, do the Pepper Seed When I step up in the place a-yo I step correct Woo-Hah! Got you all in check I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck Woo-Hah! I got you all in check And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque Woo-Hah! I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air don't ever disrespect Woo-Hah! I got you all in check How dare you ever try to step on my suede shoes Top Gun shut down your firm like Tom Cruise Please let me get down and blow a fuse Acting fools breaking shit down to molecules Yo let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymes always headlines the street news Woo-Hah! Hey baby girl don't be confused Sail my seven seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Coming through leaving blunt stains and residues Sorry homeboy but your flow sound used Got to pay your dues baby you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I land cruise If you choose to fuck around you get bruised Now I got you gassed on super unleaded fuels Give me room, give me some space yo excuse When I step up in the place a-yo I step correct Woo-Hah! Got you all in check I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck Woo-Hah! I got you all in check And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque Woo-Hah! I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air don't ever disrespect Woo-Hah! I got you all in check You now rocking with the best Busta Rhymes coming through from the Flip Mode Squad Boy Scout's who I be Straight to your dome, we coming straight to your dome Bringing all new ruckus to all you rap motherfuckers Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Yo which motherfucker stole my flow Eenie, meenie miney mo Throw them type of niggas right out my window Blast your ass hit you with a direct blow Bo! Coming through like G.I. Joe Star Wars moving ill like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine cause I got the Hi-Pro Glow You think that you can hide you think you can lay low Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0 Macked out with my dreads and my Kangol Forget the Moet nigga just pass the Cisco Yo! Take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that shit that might make you psycho Maximum frequencies through your stereo Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go When I step up in the place a-yo I step correct Woo-Hah! Got you all in check I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck Woo-Hah! I got you all in check And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque Woo-Hah! I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air don't ever disrespect Woo-Hah! I got you all in check

I'm the arsenal, I got artillery lyrics of ammo Rounds of rhythm, then I'm 'a give 'em piano Bring a bullet proof vest, nothin' to ricochet Ready to aim at the brain, now what the trigger say Tempos trifle, felt like a rifle, massage 'n' melodies Might go right through Simultaneously like an Uzi, nothin' can bruise me Lyrics let up when lady say don't lose me So reload quickly, and you better hit me While I'm lettin' this fifi get wit' me You steppin' with 007, better make it snappy No time to do your hair, baby Brothers are bustin' at me Beats and bullets pass me, none on target They want the R hit, but watch the God get Quicker, the tongue is the trigger 'Cause I'm real fast Let off some rhythm at 'em Let 'em feel the blast Penetrate at a crazy rate, this ain't no thirty-eight Hit 'em at point blank range and watch 'em radiate Runnin' out of ammunition, I'm done wit' 'em You ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em I push a power that's punishable prepare to be a prisoner The hit man is the brother wit' charisma Showing you that I have powerful paragraphs Followers will become leaders but without a path Ya mentally paralyzed, crippled ya third eye Rhymes are blurred, then it occurred that you heard I Reduced the friction, with crucifixion Let loose the mix then boost the piston Eric hit 'em with' some of that cut like a lumberjack And me gettin' hit back, it won't be none of that I'm untouchable, you see me in 3-D When I let the rhythm hit another M.C. Lyrics made of lead enters your head Then eruptions of a mass production Will spread when Music is louder, full of gunpowder Microphone machinery when I see a crowd of Party people pumpin' their fist like this Ya hide in the back thinkin' that I might miss But the R is accurate plus I'm packed up with Educated punch lines that I have to hit Whatever I aim at I line 'em up Ya body is weak feel with pain That time is up You been hit with somethin' different, isn't it? Rakim is gonna radiate, and nothing's equivalent Nothin' can harm me, why try to bar me You couldn't come around to rob with a army You'll get wrecked by the architect So respect 'em, I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em With radiation, put 'em by the basement Bust his chest open, bash his face in Let it split 'em Since he brought his main man wit' 'em He ask me how I did 'em I let the rhythm hit 'em Let it hit 'em Dance floor's dangerous, packed in like a briefcase Rhythm with real rough rhyme beats with deep bass Girls with tight pants, maybe they might dance Tonight if the Rs on the mic there's a slight chance The crowd is crucial, M.C.'s grounds are neutral Now that you're here, let me introduce you Get ready I'm hard read like graffiti but steady Science I drop is real heavy Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy The prescription's one every hour, now it's a havoc If ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic Attention, follow directions real close Keep out of reach of children, beware of overdose Too many milligram but what made a iller jam My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts that kill a man Ideas for the ear to fear, might split 'em He'll never forget 'em, he'll rest in peace wit' 'em At least when he left he'll know what hit 'em The last breath of the words of death was the rhythm

10th round and still catching that beat down So I retreat back to my old stomping ground Regroup and lounge, bring on a couple of pounds And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds Without love and support, I might come up short But I dare not resort, to the low-life sport Young bucks nowadays, even kids my own age, Making front page, by getting locked in the cage Pumping, self-destruction and self-reduction Souls get sucked into the evil corruption The odds are against me and the world won't present to me Bad thoughts on my mind but I won't let it tempt me Organized confusion, negative illusion I throw up my guard to combat intrusion Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Now if I worry too much about all my have-nots I might not recognize just what I've got I've got control of my soul and I've gotta firm hold And if I keep on holding, I'ma reach my goals When I'm walking through the streets, I see all sorts B.I.G. wasn't lying about them drugs and sports Gotta keep my head up and everything is alright Cuz if I want to get this cash, I've got to be game-tight Baby girl is at home and she's screaming "Daddy" Momma don't know, just might think I'm out Pimping in a nice Caddy but it ain't like that Trying to keep that rogue status from off my back So when the loot come through, I do what I gotta do Cuz indeed I'm Jungle Brother, just to stay true blue Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) JBeez is the initial, gotta keep it official Ripping up the game plan and send it off like a missile Business is intact, now we come back strapped So if something go down, we rearrange contracts Coming right and exact to take your mental out the shack Dunk your cookie in my milk and let it soak in my rap On the mic I talk about the blight to reach new heights Put up a fight with everything in sight that blocks my light Label my generation X marks the spot we make it hot We don't stop, to bust back, we just keep Busting them shots, bulletproof brain cells The name spells out success That remind you of the place of where the JBeez rest Stay black and rhyming 'til the day that I'm dying Death defying , shifty eyeing, and God I'm relying Press up my import, make a million or more Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor When we come to the jam, No glissening no gimmicks Break it off on your right, see my style has no limits Handle B.I. like a true blue jungle G.I. Make the ladies reply with the wink of an eye Rhyme writing, counter lighting MCs like this Make hits for competition like slitting your wrists Each sequel's so lethal that no other can equal Spark it up for the jam but rock it on for the people Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Every day, all day, it goes down like this

I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens nigga We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens Kids clappin', love to spark the place Half the niggas in the squad got a scar on their face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mill' for the charm, nigga this is life Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad As a youngun, was too much to cope with Why you think muhfuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit Shoulda been called Armed Robbery Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was 'gon bubble Came out the gate on some Flo-Jo shit Fat nigga with the shottie with the logo kid Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants And do the Rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants And do the Rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back R to the Ezzy, M to the Yzzy My arms stay breezy, the Don stay fizzy Got a date at eight, I'm in the 7-4-fizzive And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance with boogies So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies Listen We don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us And we, walk around the metal detectors And there really ain't a need for a VIP section In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it Said he, liked my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a "chain reaction" See money ain't a thing nigga, we still the same niggas Flows just changed now we bout to change the game nigga Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back Now we living better now, Coogi sweater now And that G4 can fly through any weather now See, niggas get tight when you worth some millions This is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelings You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and shit If 5-0 boy come, then they'd proudly squeal Cause half these rappers they Blow like Derek Fo'real If you cross the line, damn right I'm 'gon hurt ya These Rucker niggas even made gang signs commercial Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up Kay keep tellin' me to speak about the Rucker Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker Not even Pee Wee Herman couldn't imagine this My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship

Hey Ma, what up, let's slide, all right, all right And we gon' get it on tonight You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good Cuz we gon' get high tonight Got drops, got coupes, got trucks, got jeeps, all right Cuz we gon' take a ride tonight So Ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right And we gon' get it on tonight Yo, now I was downtown clubbin', ladies night Seen shorty she was crazy right And I approached baby like Ma what's your age and type? She looked at me and said you's a baby right I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life Plus I'll tell you what the 80s like And I know what the ladies like Need a man that's polite, listens, and takes advice I could be all three plus I could lay the pipe Come wit me, come stay the night She looked at me laughin', like boy your game is tight I'm laughin' back like sho' ya right Get in the car And don't touch nothing, sit in the car Let's discuss something Either we lovin or I'll see you tomorrow Now we speeding up the Westside Hand creepin' up her left side, I'm ready to do it Ready to bone, ready for dome 55th exit, damn, damn, already we home Now let's get it on Hey Ma, what up, let's slide, all right, all right And we gon' get it on tonight You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good Cuz we gon' get high tonight Got drops, got coupes, got trucks, got jeeps, all right Cuz we gon' take a ride tonight So Ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right And we gon' get it on tonight Now that I got a girl, my ex wanna holla and spit Told me to acknowledge her quick She like Cam stop frontin' On that Dave Hollister Tip Come over lets holla and sip I'm like momma that's it I promise you thick, usually have a problem with chicks They all say I'm rotten and rich But not her, Boo be's real High heel dooby feel, plus got them Gucci nails on You a cutie still, and this my down girl too Ain't no groupie deal We left the movies with Uzis, Suzuki wheels to the Jacuzzi, I tell you my Boo be's real I mean she do be winning, Louie's spinnin' Go to the crib she got the Gucci linen' I see Boo be grinning She looked and said Cam, I know that you be sinning Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range man I got a whole new game plan Looked and said that's nothing but game Cam She was right, she was up in the Range man Dropped her off at the L, now I'm flippin' the cell That's right I had to call up L Yo L, what up, I hit, what else, plus dome, say word And we got in on tonight Hey Ma, what up, let's slide, all right, all right And we gon' get it on tonight You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good Cuz we gon' get high tonight Got drops, got coupes, got trucks, got jeeps, all right Cuz we gon' take a ride tonight So Ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right And we gon' get it on tonight

Uh, this feel right right here, Quik It's like it's supposed to happen this one right here Young! Goddamn Let me justify my thug on this one right here It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, Roc Five six seven o'clock, eight o'clock, Roc Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the party bout to pop Then, Roc-A-Fella y'all, it's your boy S. Dot And I ain't never been to jail, I ain't never pay a nigga To do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself I will never tell, even if it means sittin' in a cell I ain't never ran, never will I ain't never been smacked, a nigga better keep his hands To himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myself Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth Death before dishonor and I tell you what else I tighten my belt before I beg for help Foolish pride is what held me together through the years I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt Before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell 'Til it's heaven Justify my thug, my thug, for you (hoping, praying) Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma kill yo' cat Just the unwritten laws in rap, know dat For every action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin' Relaxin's what I'm about, but about mine Don't be actin' like you can't see street action Take me back to Reasonable Doubt time You see my mind's on the finish line, facing the wreck I put my muhfuckin' faith in the Tec, tell Satan not yet You understand I am chasin' my breath I am narrowly escapin' my death, oh yes I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster Traveling Mach 5, barrel in my apparel can stop God God forgive me but I can't let them deliver me to you Until I won this race, then eventually My engine gon' burn out, I get whatever is meant for me However it turns out fine, RED LINE Justify my thug, my thug, for you (hoping, praying) They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight And two wrongs don't make a right But when you been wrong and you know all along that it's just one life At what point does one fight? (Good question, right?) 'Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in his Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half Bet that stops all the grinnin' and the laughs When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag When your options is none and the pen is all you have On the block, niggas standin' tight as lemons on the Ave Tryin' to cop a shop call they self cleansin' in the cash But can't put they name on paper cause, then you on blast Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up Every other corner there's a liquor store, fuck is up? Justify my thug, my thug, for you (hoping, praying)

Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays Fuck a fair one, I get mine the fast way Ski mask way, nigga ransom notes Far from handsome, but damn a nigga tote (What you tote) More guns than roses, foes is shaking in their boots Invisible bully like The Gooch Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me Take them rhymes back to the factory I see the gimmicks, the wack lyrics, the shit is Depressing, pathetic, please forget it You're mad cause my style you're admiring Don't be mad, UPS is hiring You shoulda been a cop, fuck hip-hop With that freestyle you're bound to get shot Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot Pack the gat a lot The flav's bout to drop uh Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear I'm kicking new flava in ya ear Mack's a brand new flava in ya ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear Here comes the Mack Word up, no rap no crap you bore me Wanna grab my dick, too lazy, hold it for me I'm straight rap great Busting heads, straighten dreads I'm everlasting, like the toe on Pro Keds A Tec-9 when I rhyme Plus I climb, word is bond Your album couldn't fuck with one line It's been three years since you last hear But now I reappear your heart pumps fear To your gut, did your girl's butt I scraped it, shaped it, now she won't strut I smash teeth, fuck yo' beef, no relief I step on stage, girls scream like I'm Keith You won't be around next year My rap's too severe, kicking mad flava in ya ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear I'm kicking new flava in ya ear Mack's a brand new flava in ya ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear Twenty-one ninety-four Mad motherfucking hardcore It's my time to burn now explore The flava in ya ear it's the Boy Scout I make outs, I make other rappers have doubts You're fucking with the wrong clan And the wrong man, that's it Now you got to get your dome split I'm going into my knapsack with my Gat Take off my hat, yes I'm just cool like dat The dangerous, the ruggedness, from the Flatbush abyss BLS 97 KISS bounce to this I'm gonna live long in this rap game, niggas know my name Yo Puffy Burn 'em in the flames You're jingling baby (go 'head daddy) You're jingling baby (go 'head daddy) Hee-shee, uh, blowticious Skeevy, delicious Gimme couscous, love me good Um damn, Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good I guess like the jeans, uh Flavor like Praline, sick daddy nah'mean Papa love it, when he does it Niggas buzz it But tell me was it really just the flavor that be clogging your ears The most healthy behavior is to stay in the clear It's all for you, it's really all for you (now what) Hunchback, close your eyes try to munch that Coil up your ankles let your Timbs tap Bite the flavor it reacts to your gold caps Word to Mama, I tongue kiss a piranha Electrocute a barracuda, I'm here to bring the drama Yo yo yo Flavors in your ass crease ha Busta Rhymes about to bring the noise don't cease ha Let me loose from the belly of the beast ha Everybody Hey hey hey You better believe it's Busta Rhymes the Great We 'bout to rip the Tri-State, yo yo Hey hey hey I'll split your face and give you stitches Throw niggas in ditches, slap the ass on fat bitches Wait one sec, as I get down I'm rolling with the heavyweight connect to the stomping ground Now, don't you get suspicious I grant your wishes every time I bring it vicious when I bust a rhyme (word is bond) I know one thing the whole world least expected How we all connected To break fool on the same record Five new flavors on a beat, feel the fucking heat I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street Instead of copping pleas just freeze Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees When I get down I disappear, reappear and blow up Everywhere, fucking with these flavas in ya ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear I'm kicking new flava in ya ear Mack's a brand new flava in ya ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear I'm kicking new flava in ya ear Mack's a brand new flava in ya ear

Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka Rock it down, so jump up off the tip you're not my knocka For sharper type to battle make the people say ooh ah Think I won't curse, I'll break down and say puta Hey maricon, sesa me besa mi chocha? Say what I want because, I'm that type of guy Now fam-a-lam, I'll be damned, slam jams the weak Could it be the skunk weed that makes us oh so funky Now hold it let me choose, couldn't be the booze No it's the shoes (the shoes) It's gotta be the shoes 'Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock so I say boom shaka lak, grab the microphone then rock To tell you the truth, when on the mic I'll say anything that sounds good Like jump and a grump and sound over some uh The Cat in the Hat and the mouse ran up the stairs "That doesn't make no sense" c'mon who cares See even without the gift there's yours so don't be tryin' to knock me I say what I want to say, as long it sounds funky Some MCs wanted to buy me, so they try to take stands But they don't understand, I'm the motherfuckin' man I amaze and astound, rhythm up and down Smack a group of them around, let them know who wears the crown Who's-the-tip-of-the-top, the-cream-of-the-crop, the-best-under-the-sun? I'm the Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Mr. Funky, uh The one Chief Rocka, number one Chief Rocka (x8) Well um, boom, shak-a-lak, I got the flavors, the funk Whew! And it's smellin' up the hip-hop A little bit of this, a little bit of that Mixed a, little of this, and now I gotta rap I'm the, Chief Rocka, so I guess I am in charge I freak it with a twist so you'll boom it in your cars I'm the, one with the flow and the grip like GI Joe I snatch, I grab, and then I grab the dough, see if I was an Indian I'd still be the Chief The only other difference I'd smoke weed in a leaf To the hip, the hop, to the hibby to the hibbidy hip-hop, oh no, I don't want to go pop! I got too much soul, rhythm and blues R&B ya see, all that's cool, but Hip-hop and rap yeah that's where my heart's at Even back when I used to break on a box Backspins for backspin, even while I'm rappin' Before I had a record, I always kept 'em clappin' Freestylin' on the block, now I Chief Rock I always entertain, by diggin' in my crux My brain, so if it's gonna rain let it rain I spook you with the hit, make you jump like House of Pain Boogaloo boogaloo, shake and jump And remember, remember, Chief Rocka won't front The one Chief Rocka, number one Chief Rocka (x8) Ay Mr Funke Whats up? Can I get assistance? For what? For what? Yo Jazz, flex a cut Well back is the backer, I'm chillin with my knocker And if ya got beef, then you can live with Jimmy Hoffa like What goes up, must come down But not me clown I cut 'em, crack a speaker when I'm pumpin' So jump in, and watch your ears start hummin' through the block, and don't forget to boom shak shak-a-lak Well damn "Do It All" can I rock? I hear a beat I grab the mic, and then I start this workin' The kids around the way used to think that I was buggin' But they don't understand how I feel about the funk I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk So now what do they say, when I'm walkin' up the block? Boom shaka laka there goes the Chief Rocka The one Chief Rocka, number one Chief Rocka (to the end)

Flash that buttery gold, jittery zeitgeist Wither by the watering hole, what a patrol What are we to Heart Huckabee, art fuckery suddenly Not enough young in his lung for the water wings Colorfully vulgar poacher, out of mulch Like, "I'ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt" Sign of the time we elapse When a primate climb up a spine and attach Eye for an eye, but the bog life swamps and vines They get a rise out of frogs and flies So when a dogfight's hog-tied prize sort of costs a life The mouths water on a fork and knife And the allure isn't right No score on a war-torn beach Where the cash cow's actually beef Blood turns wine when it leak for police Like, "That's not a riot; it's a feast, let's eat!" And I will remember your name and face On the day you are judged by the funhouse cast And I will rejoice in your fall from grace With a cane to the sky, like, "None shall pass" None shall pass Now, if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix You wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz How he spoke through a NoDoz motor on the fritz 'Cause he wouldn't play rollover fetch like a bitch And express no regrets, though he isn't worth a homeowner's piss To the jokers who pose by the glitz Sign of the swine in the swarm When a king is a whore who comply and conform Miles outside of the eye of the storm With a siphon to lure out a prize and award While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war True blue triumph is more Like, "Wait, let him snake up out of the centerfold Let it break the walls of Jericho, ready, go" Sat where the old, cardboard city folk Swap tales with heads, like every other penny throw And I will remember your name and face On the day you are judged by the funhouse cast And I will rejoice in your fall from grace With a cane to the sky, like, "None shall pass" None shall pass (funky break) None shall pass Okay, woke to a grocery list, goes like this Duty and death; anyone object, come stand in the way You could be my little Snake River Canyon today And I ran with a chain of commands And a jetpack strapped where the backstab lands if it can and Sign of the vibe in the crowd When I cut a belly open to find my climb out That's quite a bit of gusto he muster up To make a dark horse rush, like, "Enough's enough!" It must've struck a nerve so they huff and puff 'Til all the king's men fluster and clusterfuck And it's a beautiful thing To my people who keep an impressive wingspan Even when the cubicle shrink You got to pull up the intruder by the root of the weed N.Y. chew through the machine And I will remember your name and face On the day you are judged by the funhouse cast And I will rejoice in your fall from grace With a cane to the sky, like, "None shall pass" None shall pass None shall pass