Friday Night Street Fever Money Making Jam Boys (Ft. Peedi Crakk)

[Hook/Intro: Black Thought]
Cheeba, cheeba this is Friday night street fever
Cheeba, cheeba this is Friday night street fever

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Cheeba, cheeba this is Friday night street fever
The heat seeker, keep it cuttin' like a meat cleaver
The grim reaper, I ain't eatin' ya'll ain't eatin' neither
The team leader, dream weaver, keep a mean diva
Makavellian, illegal alien rhyme on [nellian?]
Half ya'll cats are full of helium
Fuckin' with piranhas up inside of the aquarium
Breakin' sound barriers, cats is hail-maryin'
I am the apostle, I try to keep it gospel
It's on, knowing that aroma hit me in the nostril
I start spittin' shit white boys say they can mosh to
The hostile, natives here to motherfucking rock you
And pop this and that a ways, poison his gamma rays
Money making jam, split your brain to the mayonnaise
Then we at the VMA's playing it low-key
If I'm the best, then toast me and give me my trophy
You know the sick flows is what I kick mostly
You going to have to bring an army, you cannot just toast me
Your main lady tell me I'm in love like Joasky[?]
Take a shovel, look above, and filleted like poultry