"Funk soul, on deck
Prince of the ghetto
Omega supreme
Danger Mouse
We do it like this"
[Chorus]
"Sometimes I get the feeling
I got to put it on ya
Surprised how I lay my beat down
Same MC off of ya corner"
Jemini, still gifted still the funk soul
You can call me the prince of the ghetto
Omega supreme imperial flow
"Who the fuck is this?"
Me, me, that's who
[Jemini]
All aboard, my ship is about to leave the port
Call the law man, this shit ain't even humorous
And yes, my Puma's is fresh
As soon as I'm stressed
You get steel in ya anus spit from numerous Tec's
Get it right I come to spit flip the script rip the mic
You can get it however you want it
'Cause I can spit it however ya like
Man, shit be tight nigga ya might need kryptonite
Man, you say that you want it
So you better take whatever you get tonight
See my problem is I never learned to lie for shit
Sometimes I get sperm in my eye 'cause I be on my own dick
My rhyme book stay thick
Like the hips on Free
From 106 & Park used to be
Y'all know the dilly niggaz holla if ya really feel me
I'm a cold blooded assassin
And tonight I come to leave ya cipher chilly
"And we must believe that no one will criticize us for speaking honestly"
[chorus]
[Jemini]
Listen, momma said there'd be days like this
Where I'd have to set the record straight on a plagiarist
Who played the fifth row
Had to let the kid know even if he played the fifth
I'd still get in his ass like a wedgie
Ready or not I be lyrical machete that cut
Through bricks and steel 'cause sticks and stones might
Break ya bones
But they won't end the rhetoric
The evidence is in, I'm guilty
'Cause the verdict is my cleverness with pen
Murder music murder men
The mo' time go by the mo' intense my lyrical flow
To show the privates that they can't f
