Oh yeah, party people   Here we go   Party people, rock the house   Ya'll want some more?   Ya'll want some more?   Let me hear ya say 'yeah'   Let me hear ya say 'hell yeah'      Tuna the smoke-jumper, packing my oral cannon   Bustin from Okinawa, Japan to Laurel Canyon   Swallow flows, we turning like plush tires   Mellow intros lyrics be burning like brush fires   Spreading vocal leprosy, using discrepancy   Lyric weaponry lessens your chances of testing me   Stop and freeze MC's, I block atrocities   True philosophies from the lips of black Socrates   The pocket-penciler in your peninsula   Killing Dracula MC's who bit from my vernacular   I can back it   The ill scene we occupy   No lullaby, got you high, when I rock a fly   Verse, for my people, let me breath slow   Give a heave-ho, and stimulate your cerebral   System, Cut Chemist grip the fader   With Tuna the group debater   We murder you duplicators      'Cause I'm an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat   And I'm blessed with a gift of rap, it's like that      'Cause I'm an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat   And I'm blessed with a gift of rap, it's like that      They call me Mister Antagonistic, drastic   Coming from a place where these cops get their assed kicked   The last trick unified was the cornerstone   But now a lyric pistol to the dome is how we warn a clone   Born alone, the strength of God makes my mission higher   They found a liar dead, strung up with fishin' wire   The mystifier packin vocal artillery   Making lovely word connections like Chuck Woolery   The cool in me, I'll make your block turn on one rhyme   Electrifying like some nocturnal sunshine   The planetary pioneer and his mixer   Cut Chemist, Chali Tuna spittin' scriptures   Painting pictures, even sisters adapt 'cause   We take it back like chiropractors   Actors on wax make worse for real MC's   Who worth your while so they search for me      'Cause I'm an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat   And I'm blessed with a gift of rap, it's like that