Once upon john thinking on this   Mc's just don't know   That the best will never contest my flow   Hieroglyphics the fly bros rip shit for ya   And watch you stumble as I kicks it   I blow ya, away   Like a sailboat, you fail quote some of my shit   To try and get props   But no, they got butt flow   What bro   Can handle the pressure from my gut blow   I appear as a foundation, laced in your face   That there will be no replacin   So trace your tracks or face the mack   'cause I got your girlfriend and ain't no takin her back   Word   I got it like that, so if you strike back   Steal, or don't say shit   I play with brains   Your thought train is often hijacked and rearranged   We became the fly macks      It's like that, 'cause we got it like that (8x)      What a little way to express the anger   Ya done pressed the stranger, danger   Might change a wrong to right   Yet a song I write will shed new light as you fight   And fuss with us so we must discuss   Busting your brain right open   And you strain I'm hoping   Enquiring minds turn out dope men, but the potion   Was not potent enough to fade the master yet   Since you have no kryptonite, I get to rip the mic   I flip like side b, hit a comp wield and tear apart   We'll be-havin babboon   They'll be cravin the tunes   Sooner than the sun times on a new day   But who they, I got a bobby pin, so I can rob you men   And be driver, of how I come, with my gum   Slander, and demand a man to think   'cause I can stop and wait, while others contemplate   The theories and when they hear these the fear beez   Tremendous, but I won't amend this, endless   Time is spent to rhyme, when I'm lit   Get a creative urge, then I sit   And muster clusters of creation we placed in   Your face when I bust you      It's like that, 'cause we got it like that (16x)