[Intro Samples]
(Since you're my special friend, come closer for a special treat
I'm going to let you touch me in a special place
But I don't want to touch you there
It is never ok to touch someone else's private parts
Your mom and dad will tell you so)
[Verse 1: Bigg Jus]
Yo' eyes get, blind like 2Pac gettin shot in the lobby
Most MC's styles is robbery of my freestyles as a hobby
I pick apart monkey brains and spread disease through hot zones
My cameos on promos seem strange like someone's not home
Bigg Jus the outsider rain on your dream field
With styles so freaking wet niggas need maxi panty shields
Expose more moles out the closet than lead paint on your tenement
Got more Black Thought to my Roots than most niggas got in their pigment
It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano
Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's version of the super Don Dada
With the license to give more ass whippings than Father
You couldn't see me with Minolta, way ahead of myself like telepathy
Make most crews disappear like blackheads on Oxy creme
Under the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability to heat seek
Through brain facilities with the science of microchemistry
This history of my hip hop is too deep to be dissected
(Bitch!) if you can’t recollect don’t even half step or try to test it (black)
Bigg Jus, I drop so much shit my anus needs an ice pack
In fact I'm all that, El-P yo bring the horns back
(Since you're my special friend, come closer for a special treat
I'm going to let you touch me in a special place
But I don't want to touch you there
It is never ok to touch someone else's private parts
Your mom and dad will tell you so)
[Verse 1: Bigg Jus]
Yo' eyes get, blind like 2Pac gettin shot in the lobby
Most MC's styles is robbery of my freestyles as a hobby
I pick apart monkey brains and spread disease through hot zones
My cameos on promos seem strange like someone's not home
Bigg Jus the outsider rain on your dream field
With styles so freaking wet niggas need maxi panty shields
Expose more moles out the closet than lead paint on your tenement
Got more Black Thought to my Roots than most niggas got in their pigment
It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano
Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's version of the super Don Dada
With the license to give more ass whippings than Father
You couldn't see me with Minolta, way ahead of myself like telepathy
Make most crews disappear like blackheads on Oxy creme
Under the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability to heat seek
Through brain facilities with the science of microchemistry
This history of my hip hop is too deep to be dissected
(Bitch!) if you can’t recollect don’t even half step or try to test it (black)
Bigg Jus, I drop so much shit my anus needs an ice pack
In fact I'm all that, El-P yo bring the horns back
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