Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie Harris You’re Eating Crazy

Cheese Like You’d Think I’m From Paris You Know I Get Fly You

Think I Get High You Know That I’m Gone And I’m A Tell You All Why

So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I’m Missing The Reason That

You’re Smiling or Wilding So Listen In My Head I Just Want To

Take ‘em Down Imagination Set Loose And I’m Gonna Shake ‘em

Down Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide When I Get On I Like To Ride And

Glide I’ve Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y’all I Get Props At My

Mention ‘Cause I Vex Y’All So What’cha Want You’re So Funny With

The Money That You Flaunt Where’d You Get Your Information From

You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes

You Can’t Front On That

Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man I’m Like Spoonie Gee

I’m The Metropolitician You Scream And You Holler About My

Chevy Impala But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around

Your Collar But Like A Dream I’m Flowing Without No Stopping

Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping Goin’ From

Mic To Mic Kickin’ It Wall To Wall Well I’ll Be Calling Out You People

Like A Casting Call It’s Wack When You’re Jacked In The Back Of A

Ride With Your Know With Your Flow When You’re Out Getting By

Believe Me What You See Is What You Get And You See Me Coming Off

As You Can Bet I Think I’m Losing My Mind This Time

This Time I’m Losing My Mind thats right said i think im losin my mind this time this time im losin my mind

You Can’t Front On That

But Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk About I’m Tired

Of Driving It’s Due Time That I Walk About But In The Meantime, I’m

Wise To The Demise I’ve Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Realize

Well I’m Dr. Spock I’m Here To Rock Y’All I Want You Off The Wall

If You’re Playing The Wall So What’cha Want Y’All Suckers Write Me

Checks And Then They Bounce So I Reach In My Pocket For The

Fresh Amount See I’m The Long Leaner Victor The Cleaner

I’m The Illest Motherf**ker From Here To Gardena I’m As Cool As A

Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce You’ve Got The Rhyme And Reason

But No Cause So If You’re Hot To Trot You Think You’re Slicker

Than Grease I’ve Got News For You Crews

You’ll Be Sucking Like A Leach

You Can’t Front On That

So What’cha Want