Think I Am (feat. Big Daddy Kane & MF Doom)

Check Check, check Yeah Look fam', you could be the man Got young chicks moving mad grams on Peter Pan I'm not blind, I can see the scam You talk tough, but y'all a bunch of girls like the Cheetah band I'm a leader and, you a follower Your goal hollow and your ho' was a swallower She put it down like a report But her box smell like South Street Seaport What a odor black, in fact When I got her in the sack jack boy, I couldn't hold her back 'Cause her bottom is, thick like a hippopotamus Tramp stamp on her lower back See, I know the facts, the hoe filled me in Her best friend is a twin named Lillian I'm going really in, I'm really going in Foul, I bust on that towel that you're throwing in (throwing in...) Big up Ace, I'm glad I had a chance to flow with him Just last summer, me and my mans did a show with him In Montreux, hit the stage, I'm like, "Go get 'em" Even had the soulless folks rocking with no rhythm Marco Polo was on the wheels and on point They did Jeep ass nigga, I'm like, "That's the joint" Some old school heads remember who was who Brooklyn was in the house, even the newbies knew Before the master left the stage from doing the do Blew off the roof with a tribute to Guru First time I met the brother, felt like I knew him forever Too clever, album dedicated to his mother I thought of mine at the same time, we're growing up I know they're proud of the baby boys, we're blowing up Only got one, won't ever forget her Make sure you let her know you love her when you with the kisser