Knowdaverbs, make it bounce one time
Hit the U.S. open, like golf, with your rhymes
Who you is?
Knowdaverbs, the like minded minstrel
Tight should be my rhymes, siphon lyrics through my pencil
So hold on, as I strike a pose like in vogue
You can call me origami, watch as I unfold
Beat me one time, to when Jerry made curls, and ghetto lashes with TVs player candy-girl
Exchanging, with the kids, all the Michael Jackson moves
A time of escalation, went from zips to kangaroos
The group tripped my plan, minds when y'all first premiered
Though things look grey, and paper-thin, through the years
I follow the leader, the maker, creator
The spirit's getting warmer than it is in Grenada
Me and the boys got ill with the clippers
Fina - for the parachute pants with thirty zippers
Factors of the seven, for Christ, never get slept
Rhyme a hole in the speaker, pull the plug that we jet
Stepped through the door, headed for the floor
The records he was mixing had me wanting some more
So I grabbed the microphone and I started to rhyme, as this deejay ran it down the line
Stepped through the door, headed for the floor
The records he was mixing had me wanting some more
So I grabbed the microphone and I started to rhyme, as this deejay ran it down the line
Hit the U.S. open, like golf, with your rhymes
Who you is?
Knowdaverbs, the like minded minstrel
Tight should be my rhymes, siphon lyrics through my pencil
So hold on, as I strike a pose like in vogue
You can call me origami, watch as I unfold
Beat me one time, to when Jerry made curls, and ghetto lashes with TVs player candy-girl
Exchanging, with the kids, all the Michael Jackson moves
A time of escalation, went from zips to kangaroos
The group tripped my plan, minds when y'all first premiered
Though things look grey, and paper-thin, through the years
I follow the leader, the maker, creator
The spirit's getting warmer than it is in Grenada
Me and the boys got ill with the clippers
Fina - for the parachute pants with thirty zippers
Factors of the seven, for Christ, never get slept
Rhyme a hole in the speaker, pull the plug that we jet
Stepped through the door, headed for the floor
The records he was mixing had me wanting some more
So I grabbed the microphone and I started to rhyme, as this deejay ran it down the line
Stepped through the door, headed for the floor
The records he was mixing had me wanting some more
So I grabbed the microphone and I started to rhyme, as this deejay ran it down the line
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