作词 : Dimant, Schrody
Baby, because(I say, "Lord, have mercy")
This is for all you dirty bitches out there
Suck up on this motherfuckin' nuts(I say, "Lord, have mercy")
Say stop! 
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin' down
I'm everlastin', forever on a roll
I'm rockin' to the boat, steamin' gray matter tone
I ain't sayin' 
I'm God but you can graft this
Chances are if 
I'm a star, 
I'd be Johnny 
MathisOn some smooth shit, 
I'd be gaming all the honeys
Hitting Hugh 
Hefner with his 
Playboy Bunnies
Check the 
Sunday funnies, 
I'd be reading 
Doonesbury
See me after dark, love, shit be getting scary
I'll freak you like 
Carrie on the night of the prom
Let's keep it cool and calm, 
I'll start stroking your palm
Work my way up your arm, start kissing your ear
Maybe, licking your lips, then pulling your hair
Yeah, I freak the back spasm to get the orgasm
And if my legs cramp, girl, 
I lick that stamp
I got it sewn love, so you ain't got no worries
Hold up, wait a second, my vision's gettin' blurry
Stop, hey, what's that smell
Someone laced dust all up in my 
LBitches start sweatin' once the pockets swell
Let's take it back fourteen billion cells
Periodic measures to say my rhymes
Too much of this dope need growth-type slow
Off a poet's tree, let me blow my leaves
Shake off my roots and pull up my sleeves
Break a branchling wist stick
Lyrics for the mystical
Yo fancy, shake your chancy
Our transystem is torn 
MCsI hymn-zen, then 
I'm casualies
Pot smoke-seeds, relativities
Seize it, 
I be on every first ability
Of chaos, a higher form of infinity
Gettin' me virtually supreme 
IDReflectors and tackers
At which my faster phrased words
Super-lax, break raps and 
MCs jump off wacks
Revolves and steers and still sees time stilt
I work for 
Real Bill 
Divine, it's lyrical chill
I say, "Stop", hey, what's that smell?
Someone laced dust all up in my 
LBitches start sweatin' when the pockets swell
Let's take it back fourteen billion cells
Stop, hey, what's that smell?
Someone laced dust all up in my 
LBitches start sweatin' when the pockets swell
Let's take it back fourteen billion cells