| Tricky : | |
| Here we go again so tricky going flow again | |
| Those chicken cluckers is fakin' pumpin' others | |
| Others breed to sons and deform carnage | |
| Disorder and you know we be bionic, | |
| Skeezers make me paranoid smokin' hydroponic, | |
| Shutting down one half of my brain, paralyzes one side of my body, | |
| Now in need of a walk-in chain of McDonald's, | |
| For those chicken cluckers whose fakin' pumpin' others, | |
| Here we go again you know we know the flow again | |
| Here we go again you know we know the flow again | |
| Here we go again you know we know the flow again | |
| Roberto Malary Jr. : | |
| It's the one-two-three on your mark get set go | |
| I'm gonna show you how to flow | |
| So take notes from a pro | |
| Original is what best describes me i'm rough like | |
| Football or hockey so don't try to stop me | |
| 'Cause when i'm on the roll i'm rollin' up with the crew | |
| Rollin' up, filling blunts and gettin' drunk off the brews, | |
| Showin' mad skills like the Shaolin temple, | |
| Not Kung-Fu but kickin' styles from my mental, | |
| My brain is overflowin' with words and phrases, | |
| And titles and concepts on how to catch wreck, ha! | |
| I take my rhymes and my beats,make sure they fit perfect, | |
| Like a glove so it can sound lovely but ah yeah I gotcha open, | |
| I know I gotcha open like the weed that your smokin' | |
| Once you start chokin'-you're provokin', | |
| Me to blow your rhymes out the frame so when a sucka's walkin' funny, ha!, | |
| You know that i'm to blame because a slap is whatcha get, | |
| I suppose more than a broken nose you catch about five toes. | |
| Tricky : | |
| Here we go again so tricky going flow again | |
| Those chicken cluckers is fakin' pumpin' others | |
| Mothers breed to sons and deform carnage | |
| Disorder and you know we be bionic, | |
| Skeezers make me paranoid smokin' hydroponic, | |
| Shutting down one half of my brain, paralyzes one side of my body, | |
| Now in need of a walk-in chain of McDonald's, | |
| For those chicken cluckers whose fakin' pumpin' others, | |
| Here we go again you know we know the flow again | |
| Here we go again you know we know the flow again | |
| Here we go again you know we know the flow again |