Rhymery (feat. A Tribe Called Quest)

Time of the wack can see us over 1995 is here and so is S.O.S Finally, hip hop is starting to revert back to its original form Now we can see who really got the skills Full matters fat like a herd of oxen Never stress boxin', the next inventor S.O.S. I play the synth, I blow it up from the intro at the borderline Equipped the rip the mic for the umpteenth time Lounge you with my peeps on the Friday night Soul captivated by the disco lights Mr. Black (yeah) Where you at? (Right here) Well, play your vocal drum (mm-mm), and grab the microphone Something wicked this way comes when I hear a drum Crowds be stunned 'cause I eh like a stun gun The silky soul survivor, smarter than my diver The shook up when I took up like a twisted aunt Jemima I switch it, rip your crutch up Your asshole will rupture, I won't even have to touch ya I'll verbally fuck ya, I get cold flex chilly thunder, let no man put her thunder I'm not a bred thinker, but I'll make a nigga wonder I spaz out with force when I trav mute like G-force Wait for when I pay for, ow, pay for like a Charley horse I get deep like pocket lint Even when my money's spent, man flavoured like a peppermint Nappy but I represent, I'm freaky, funk, fruity, fat Meaner than an alley cat, more rugged than a lumberjack Kicking just like hacky sack, blow just like a gust of wind Reactivate like Wonder Twins Wiggle just like gelatin, bitter like a cup of gin I smack you like a hockey puck, hit you like an uppercut Despicable like Daffy Duck Make you do the huckle-buck, demented down due from my legs to my wiggy Don't even have to say no more, you people know I'm jiggy If I just slam my damn hot, that's a minor fracture But if I break a leg, then a goat is what I'll capture So, hallelujah, kids hear this The S.O.S. foundation, it's touring in your nation The flatin' competition, 'til they six foot six I drive the three from half-court while the rest shot bricks Got more dope hooks than Nooky, more banked than your rookie The cookie just was empty (why?) 'Cause I stole the cookies Just like a rodeo, I like the lasso MCs Round up, round up, one two three, so- Bring your whole troop, you little puss in boots I make the hardest niggas, wanna skip to my loops? Rhymes I build them blocks, doing 'em like socks Stole them like rocks, fold 'em like knots I be the jam, you know me from S.O.S I be rollin' with those niggas from a trav world quest So, get a taste of this before we say bye-bye 'Cause everything must come to pass, even death must ride I can see pale like an albino, make 'em stack it like a rhino 'Cause I'm heavy like a rhino, when I roar like a dino Saur, tyrannosaurus-rex Evil like a hex, when my windpipe flex I'm psycho, yeah, man, not the average sort because I big up, big up like Boom-boom shots, I bumped up thriving, and still when you're on live When we're done, even the rappers with the props will give us five (five, five)