("And I like it...")


Think quick as I split

a-toms and bust critical mass through some plastic

Get hot like saliva but spit like boric acid

Ditty done run get amped off the wonderman surprise

Mercury rise, I rock off my greedy little eyes

Sun, moon, pronouncing the energy is solar

With tongue numba one I have fun, rockin fuller

Let me wash the aloe vera from my strands just stop blocking

The scientific method of the locking, check it

as I, shoot the ray beam from the moon

Then rebound off the lunar, get amped off the beats

and mic get tuned, check the rhythm

into another dimension for direction

Arrange when I dissect, rearrange when I'm dissecting

the flavor, how many does it take to get to the core

Of a Boo-gie-mon-ster, when he rip it or he's raw

So, whatcha got, jigga nigga Jugganaut

I'm strange when I rhyme


Well I'm beyond critical mass, feel the lyrical blast

Vex the vortex, man of the past

Livin in the present, and walkin in the future

H2O's, the flow as I dilute ya

Twenty-one years now I stand as a man

Drinking from the ocean crushing mountains in my hand

The natural one, eighty-four seasons I have come

Wisdom goes to those that see the sun

God, iniquity's thicker

Any black man who draws the blood of another he's a quitter

Avoid, so go and get a stricken babysitter

A million dreadlocks throws devil in the picture

purgatory, just to seckle all that petty talkin deranged

Boogiemonsters come in strange


("And I like it...")

Ha-haha, these kids are nice

*repeat 5X, 4X - line three*


Mondo McCann, microphone man

Yodaredsee Mi