[Chorus]
Cumin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum (x3)
Cumin' in ya ear with a mic
[Verse 1: Swayzack]
Ya better believe that I'll be dreamin' of a black Christmas
And at the top of my list is a fat spliff
And ya know it's a hoota of the Buddah blessed
True to the blue cause I got sigma on my chest
And I won't 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 would you like to go?
To the step show with a pro or with a falsetto
And what I mean is a weaker 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
[Verse 2: 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 quote my 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
Cumin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum (x3)
Cumin' in ya ear with a mic
[Verse 1: Swayzack]
Ya better believe that I'll be dreamin' of a black Christmas
And at the top of my list is a fat spliff
And ya know it's a hoota of the Buddah blessed
True to the blue cause I got sigma on my chest
And I won't 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 would you like to go?
To the step show with a pro or with a falsetto
And what I mean is a weaker 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
[Verse 2: 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 quote my 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
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