Intro] S.P. this where it started at, on the microphone? Rip a nigga, make him scream (Yeah Poobs, let's get him nigga) [Styles P] Beats to the rhyme
new style) Give it to me I'm (flowin in file with a new style) A special shout goes out to East New York Brownsville, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights, Redhook, Ft. Greene Styles upon styles
t'un breaker Mais j'ai toujours le style d'un Mc Bouge bien sur le beat style Baggy Beaucoup de metaphores dans mon rhyme book 93 Tchin! Refrain I'm on my
can ride around curbs And bounce your herbs tight What the fuck ? Yo put another beat on before you get peed on Hi...Hi.... My name is ...my name is...my
' I The way I'm goin' I'm showin' ya how I'm flowin' I I hold my black dick just like a pool stick My cue balls in my corner pocket so watch it But you
is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade
my groove work your body do somethin' No way in the world that you can deny my method As my record rotates,my words get more impressive I'm an M.C., Evil's my
that never heard of ICE-T try it Then you try to diss? You got gall I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall Gold in my fingers,gold in my ear When this
off my own supply, low in the ride with the low eye, daybreak and makin' dough rise [Chorus: x2] [Inspectah Deck] My style's so underground, I write rhymes
Movin wet off the step, "Purple Rain" in a drought Stuntin on hoes; brushin off my shirt But ain't nuttin on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name Young
like that, you know my M.O. Rhymes stay fresh cause I rap/wrap like Reynold's Wack? No question, the answer is N-O P/people come to my shows in big numbers
of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
to spit em, but through my rhymes they livin We the Bridge through tracks I'm givin Never lose sight, 41st Side's my life The 40th Side of life, dunn
Herald or Chi. Tribune, nozzles with silent doom We in that A-Town Journal-list, filed with goons You should print my information, quote my rhyme And
: ..."It's yours!" -- T La Rock [Nas] I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged Writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin To
the ducats And say fuck it to the critics Hey, now I was walking down the street bailing to the beat Phat beats in my head Tennis shoes on my feet Nigga
the man" [sample echoes] [Mos Def: x3] "My man T-A-S-H" "With that West coast rhymin" "My man T-A-S-H with styles glory great" - Mos Def My style
