My mama told me, well always call a spade a spade
Be like Chuck D, never be like Flavor Flav
But that clock around his neck is so fly
And the way he complimenting Chucky with that bowtie
Flow make me feel high
So I'm gon' spit it my way
Excuse me as I do me cruisin rudely down the highway
I'm young, black, intelligent, elegant-blase
Back to the thesis
Back to shootin craps and talkin smack to the police's
Back to black and gold bally's, dickies with the creases
Pullin youngins by the coattails, schoolin em who the beast is
I pray this flow is dumb enough
I pray my heart is DMC and Reverend Run enough
Cuz I'm gon throw my number up
I'm gon throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
And summon up the thunder, what
The voodoo man is comin bruh
Can't see the forest for the trees, it's ok I got my jigsaw and my lumber truck
Tell them boys they run is up
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