Chorus:
Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum (x3)
Comin' in ya ear with a mic
[Swayzack]
Ya better believe that I'll be dreamin' of a black Chrismas
And at the top of my list is a fatspliff
And ya know it's a hoota of the Buddah blessed
True to the blue cause I got sigma on my chest
And we rest because our cause speeds on its way
It's on our way, we're on our way, the S I G M A
So what do you say? What do you know? Where you like to go?
To the step show with a pro or with a falsetto
And what I mean is a speaker who can't see the light
He cooks his rhymes in a breaker puts 'em in a pipe
I'm not the type, I'm not the type, I say it one more time
I'm not the type to be sublime in any rhyme of mine
[Madd]
I heard you wasn't down with these Philly mutherfuckers
Instead of Welches Grape you used some shit called Smuckers
Well knucker, I'm here ta letyou know just what I think o' that
To quotemy man Chico "Smooth move Ex-Lax"
Ya slippin' tryin' ta keep pace with the driver
But you can't even catch my saliva
>From drippin', I'm spittin', all over you like Pippen
Scottie beam me up cause all these lunatics are flippin'
Like a tumbler, I'm the rumbler, not Stevie but wonder
Not a stumbler or a blumbler over words that you can't understand
My man, 50 grand, shakin' hands
If I had a bird brain last name... I'd be Dan
[OaTie]
While I get mine ya bitin' rhymes like a canine
Day nine in line welfare line time
A pro lifer is the piper that I'd like ta uh
Roll a rolla roll on {line style ala O. Konfusion}
If it is the early morning dawn, I'll sing that song like Orlando
