Some O Next Shit

Chubb Rock

Yes the configuration of the S on my chest



Ripping the mic and take the best I guess



Everybody knows I'm the winner not a sinner



More punk rappers mon for dinner



Slow shit down the planet starts to Nova



Step on the low key yo Pokey (you're over)



The whole community doesn't have immunity



Step to the motherfuckin mic G me



Don't try to call your back up you shouldn't act up



You made a lot of dough off my style that you racked up



G so see these rhyming freebies -- ya lease



Played out on posters and on past CD's



Check history and hiss to me you sissy G



My success was a Hardy Boy Mystery



The bell rings things to sing and then I bring



My P.O. to lockout at Chung King



I'ma roll and roll no spliff



You call yourself a rapper, you can't wrap gifts



That you're gonna get fret cause your whippin



is gonna make you feel like you felt on Pitkin



Avenue some girls was steady stabbing you



Me and my boys across the street saying who



Is that -- the kid is wack -- who got his back



I mean I hope after I help you out buy my track



The second cut hits the got the tempo up



Yo Pokey how we gonna hit it -- what



Or the noose will be hung if you sung on the skit



Yo Pokey take it, Some-O-Next Shit



Ricochet rabbit -- pushing ping



If I wanna Luther Vandross it and sing I am the best



And after the battle nigga clean up the mess



Get ya broom and clean your wack ass tune



And let me give you some advice motherfucker yo boom



Wave em like this yo -- throw in the air



Get your vocal chords and nigga prepare



And if you like the tune and the shit sound clear



Please say something then oh yeah



Oh motherfucker, my style goes round and crazy like the Bruckner



Hard like Lerch,