I Break Out In A Cold Sweat, Rip Up The Whole Set



I'm About As Bad As You Can Get



Comin' From Bed-Stuy, That's Where They Do Or Die



Forget About The Lions And Tigers And Bears, Oh My



It's Not A Fairy Tale, A Myth, It's A Musical Uplift



And I'm The Wrong One To Mess With



I Roll On Rappers Like A Cherokee, Bake 'em Up Merrily



Just Like The Cooks At Sara Lee



Erase, Replace, Disgrace, And Chase, Unlace Your Face



And Place A Neck Brace, About-face



And Get To Steppin', Because My Lethal Weapon



Is Blowin' Too Fast, While You're Slow As Catherine Hepburn



What You Need Is A Little More Speed, Style And Flavor



But It Still Wouldn't Save Ya



So To The Rear, Step Off And Let The Man Flex



Cuz I Can Hang Tighter To The Groove Than Spandex



I Snatch The Mic Whith Grace, Always With A Plan



And Cee'll Cut The Recored Up Like Edward Scissorhands



Rock The Soul Shack, I Can't Hold Back



Four Years Standin' And I Still Got The Knack



Cuz I Remember When I First Did It



The Comments That Were Goin' Around From The Next Critic



Like "Yeah, He Sound Alright, But Still Will He Hold?"



And Now My Black Ass Is Still Here Like Billy Joel



One Hip-hopper That Don't Have To Sound Proper



My Broken English You Can Still Distinguish



And I Don't Have No Image Or No Gimmicks



And I Don't Have No Bounds Or No Limits



The Kane'll Keep Goin', And Growin', And Flowin'



And Showin' Any MC, I Got The Best Finesse To Manifest



Cuz I Pull Cards Like Some Type Of Retard



Hittin' MCs Hard, And Any Other Rass Claaad



I'm The Predator To Any Competitor



Scorchin' And Damagin' And Stompin' Et Cetera



And Any MC That Tries To Test Me



I'm Swellin&