My Way

Check this out, check this out (check this out, check this out) You got The Nextmen (The Nextmen, The Nextmen) Maybe foolish be (maybe foolish be) Is just me, myself and my microphone Is just me, myself and my microphone Is just me, myself and my microphone Is just me, myself and my mic (mic, mic, mic) My my tie, I like had some seeds Facts like a chick that denied your sex I go the distance like a ride check for instance I get you hired and axe, I'm the boss We're brother gonna get Fired next smoke light and buy a bass Boogaloo from the yak sire Never half ass or half set Me and my staff rap like a bunch of ass tax Record this on your cash set The aspect of this game is the cash Checks like Nasdaq books move like a jazz set Making your chicks pussy cat wet I used to walk around the streets mad stress (mad stress) Shaken by hard times when I had less (less) Vex at the world, but now got access To cash I never even had in the past So I stashed trying to make this good thing last Perfect my craft and put my team on full blast In my zone, thoughts runnin' through my dome On my own real far away from home But let it be known I'm not all alone I got me, myself and microphone In my zone, thoughts runnin' through my dome On my own real far away from home But let it be known I'm not all alone I got me, myself and mic- Up in my room, secluded, feeling suited Thinking of a rhyme and how I should execute it Bring that Hip-Hop, no bullshit included Eclectic cat who digs all types of music If you're clueless, that's who Bugaloo is Alpha Omega of the wavy foolish I taught my philosophy to confucius Spread the word, and now his beats are Buddhist Your son, my usage and slangs abusive To the point that it bangs and brewskies I was rocking Mike since Dre produced hits for N.W.A And Eazy on Ruthless I'm on some new shit and ready to prove it The undisputed pimp flow goes the boogaloo kid Taking out your suckers like Lennox Lewis The way be foolish The Nextmen exclusive In my zone, thoughts runnin' through my dome On my own real far away from home But let it be known I'm not all alone I got me, myself and microphone In my zone, thoughts runnin' through my dome On my own real far away from home But let it be known I'm not all alone I got me, myself and mic- Does Boogaloo get busy? (Yes, yes) From Blackheath to fat beets The Nextmen, no lace the track way Be foolish on the map (g-, ge-, get nowhere) Big tire, don't slack (yes, yes) Yes, you are the bow on the attack Ofcourse (yes, yes) Now we're about to bring it back home It's just can't Boogaloo and his microphone (microphone, microphone) Check this out, check this out (check this out, check this out) (Beyond there, beyond there) (Maybe foolish be, maybe foolish be) (Connect, connect connect, connect) Oh my God media thanks, very mental Very weird, very mental, very weird Very strange, very little bit of suit over a little basted chicken breasts Very little bit of oregano, a little bit of Bordeaux or just lovely Just a little bit of sushi suited, fucking bear Um, phoned me Tom's coming down tomorrow day We're going out for a drink tomorrow night as a big or yes Suited send off, oh yes don't just wear the t shirts or going out It might be cold or, yes, very mental, fuck off