I'm Cold Gettin' Busy While I'm Shakin' You Down



I'm On The Air You're On The Ground



Chuck D The Enemy Words You Heed



Build For Speed But What You Need Is



Funky Fresh Lyrics Fallin' Down On Time



Your Enemy Poppin' It Droppin' A Dime



Comin' Back Rockin' A Tomahawk Jam



And Still Gettin' Fly With The Mike In My Hand



I'm Cold Coolin' Out Layin In The Shade



Dealers Buggin Cause They're Gonna Get Sprayed



Their Intimidator, Your Scarface



What's Goin' On (huh) What's Takin' Place



I Don't Wear Gold But I Clock Ducats



And I Have The Money Overflowing Out Of Buckets



You Want Crazy Dollars, I Make People Holler



You Stick 'em Stupid And I'm Snatching Biters Collars



I'll Rebuilt The Mine To Alleviate



Unnecessary Pressures That Can Create



The Sting That Stung Yama-Goochie Foo Yung



When He Bit The Public Enemy He Only Got Hung



Cause His Brain Was Gettin' Bigger Than A Pregnant Toad



His Heartbeat Stopped Cause Of Overload



I Made The Beat That Broke His Back



I Cut His Circulation Made His World Turn Back



I Find Out Things Like E.S.P.



Amazing World Of Kreskin's Brain Velocity



Like Alexander Munday, I'm In Like Flint



Mercedes Limousine With A Hardcore Tint



I'm Captain Of The Ship, I Make 'em Walk The Planks



Riding Round The World, Hundred Sixty Million Francs



Not Like The Kind That You Put On The Grill



Cause I Only Do It Like That When I'm On A Chill Hill



When I Get To The Beach, The Ground's So Sandy



Girls On My Jock Like Ants On Candy



Checking Out The Fellas With The Girls On The Side



Put Ya Boat In The Water, Let's Take A Ride



To The Land Of Party People Rocking Shocking To The Beat