[gpm] hit her, I mean let's hit this   [? ? 1] that's not straight   [? ? 2] do it god, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?    Let's pull it bwoy      [grand puba maxwell]   Aiyyo, check this out   Brand nubian gettin ready to swing this ep'   We got the grand puba, we got derek x on the flex   We got, lord jamar, we got alamo with the a, ron stud!   And my man ep rock   X, kick the flavor for me on this one   Cause we gettin ready to be out of here in a, sec      [derek x/sadat x]   Wild, new york raw as my voicebox soars i'll   Open your pores cause it's one of my chores   Kickin beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin rhymes to a schism   People often wonder and ask..   Is I'm the best? surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest   In fact.. they failed the test   It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular   My bite is in your neck it's the effect, of dracula   Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition   Can't even keep account, of the g's I be kissin   But oh I beg your pardon, the race, is startin   The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard   And it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day   The adjective - amazing, spelled with an 'a'   And a 'g' on the end, by usin, my pen   Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend   Rhymin was a fad in the days of my dad   Now mc's is makin g's and goin for bad   The x in my name makes it, all official   Am I the king? well that's the so-called issue   Rollin off the tongue was the fresh one-liner   And cb talker was the zero one-niner   Took a slight drop from the tip of the top   Now I'm out for mines and I'm goin to clock   What's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine   Never ate the pig can't deal with the swine   Keep on, yes my word is bond   Speakin that knowledge like farrakhan   Cause it's ragtime!      [grand puba maxwell]   Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it!   Aight now we got lord j   Lord j, yo c'mon now   Kick, the flavor, to this   Drop it like this (i'ma swing it like this)      [lord jamar]   I like to drop bass, cause when it hits, I bounce em   I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain   Which I contain, to manifest thought   The record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate   (might as well) as minds in turn collaborate   I speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate   I just get to the bare essential   Demandin that I talk, of my credentials, cause yo   I never slept, my mind was in the right place   Now let's take our steps and retrace   Back to a time, when black was defined   As original, god-like, supreme divine   Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin   There was a void in new york but now it's filled in   By the lord j, don't forget the a-m-a   To the r, now say I'm a star (you a star, j!)   Well you can be one too   Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do? )   You got to know knowledge of self's the foundation   Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome   Understanding is the manifestation   And cutural freedom, the final turnout, cause it's ragtime      [grand puba maxwell]   That's definitely ragtime   Now let me brag mine! let me brag mine   Hit this in the 90's   Hey yo, bust it (here I go here I go here I go)      As i, stand as a pharoah and beat up on eliza   Trick ends on my friends, cause puba's not a miser   Last longer than a duracell, or a energizer   I got a little older but a whole lot wiser   When it comes to shootin ? I'm a damn good shooter   Mc grand puba should be worshipped like a buddha   I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism   Damn I gets busy, though makin rhyme I gets bizm   Always help another meaning sister or a brother   Just a little tip I picked up, from my mother   Smooth as ali baba once I week I see the barber   So honey pucker up cause I'm a damn good slobber   Mr. exquisite, dressed in silk, bally's made of lizard   So honey, what is it? (what is it? )   I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading   You wanna beat like this? check the stack of otis redding   I'm hurtin like a blister, confusin like twister   Not a only child, four brothers and one sister   Not a rinky-dinky never snackin on a twinkie   When it comes to flexin I can bend like a slinkie   So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp   When brothers try to play me, that's when the pub' gets amped   So smile - here comes the picture - click!   A humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'   I can relate to the good times, the cosby's on the sometimes   Go ? on a sunday then it's back at work on monday   Take my gear to the cleaners, buy pants or a beamer   Then I'm out, bangin crackheads, I can do without   (definitely, why not puba? why why why? ) cause it's ragtime      * ad libs to outro *