truth Truth , nothin but the truth Y'all know what I bring to the game I speak the truth The truth , nothing but the truth Hope you got an extra mic
a motherfuckin' mic 'til the break of day Darrell Dawkins flow, y'all need to make a breakaway Microphone fiend with that guillotine killer team You motherfuckers won't amount to a hill of beans
this I'll portray this photographs, so the last laugh is mine You're behind, for the mind, and for the soul That's how I roll now I hold the mic With
is bigger than yours Ooh, say what, say what? I say what, say what? I say what, say what? My band is bigger than yours Too bad I got your beans in my
Beanie Siegal, Philly is where I'm from We from P H I L A, period PA, period, Eve they hearin' it Believe they fearin' it but lovin' it though I hate
cool check in Center stage on the mic And we're puttin' it on wax It's the new style Four and three and two and one, what up And when I'm on the mic
Spill the beans on the table I always say Extra, extra read all about Fresh Prince is back You wonder how it happen I wasn't rappin' for a long time
man just for profit [M3]: Yo it's the city of the grime and I stay with my nine slangin and bangin with Boston niggas that rap Hangmen so when you talk Bean
running got my fist straight poppin, And my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made (repeat) Verse 2 6 miles and running in the pontiak, 6 thousand 86 trans mic
what thats like, your half white Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice, Im eaten you alive inside Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic
Frank's and greens to shanks and beans Now we drive our Navigators to banks in Queen's Y'all can't fuck around, your words ain't right Every time I touch the mic
two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with dim pones The overfiend like noah bean
better learn how to rhyme I'm the pinnacle, that means I reign supreme And I'm notorious, I'll crush you like a jelly bean I'm bad I eliminate punks
you like. And it goes right into the mix, when we style on the Mic. We're analytical, ain't that political And Yo, we step up to the mic, subject to
MC's on cement, ugh Common Sense, Common's tellin ya Picture a king with heater, holy book and big rings Real nigga doin big things interpreting dreams Off the Jim Bean
a eighteen wheeler My niggas, niggas, bar sippers Now I'm packing flippers, large old flippers [Chorus: scratching] Roll 80 vogues till them hoes start clacking Not the chimmy change for the beans
Didn't Mama say not to play with niggas from the gutta? I smell undercovers, I die with my brothers And when I'm on the mic I represent all colors Last
to my head 'Cuz you know what I want between them legs Hey, I'm just walkin' outta foot locker, strollin' through Greenbriar Stepped in the food court, just gonna but a bean