One two   Yeah uhh yeah   Yeah it's the God baby   Long Island's own   Barbarian of the microphone   It's for y'all niggaz      And the streets just a couple of miles East of Mecca   Where peeps touch nuttin but style heat and cheddar   Compete witcha livelihood to eat better   And ain't nuttin sweet but the ladies who speak wetta   With a torn smile, tryin to get my song on file   It's on now, the whole town done gone wild   Kick rhymes off my heartbeat as a unborn child   Then developed a strong style on Long Isle   Won't be long now, I started rhymin young   I designed for fun, knowin my time would come   I started, payin dues DJin with crews   Learnin the inner city rules, conveyin the news   Soon as the jam start the man's art'll jam parks   Slam so hard it remains a landmark   The rhyme that I'm stylin, smooth as a violin   But      Like any G.O.D., loose on a spree for new degrees   Things to do and see until nuttin is new to me   A true MC usually be into a breeze   And I can still see New York City through the trees   My advance slams put you outside lookin in   Or the other way around, that depends, look again   Took a pen so you could zero in on my book of gems   It extends from the Hamptons to Brook-lyn   Through every hoodie in town, to learn the Boogie Down   Til every DJ around, wanted to put me down   Rhymes got rougher til I was ready to blast off   And harass all from Suffolk County to Nassau   Where we keep the money pilin, keep the honies smilin   Keep the heater just in case kids start whylin   The rhyme that I'm stylin, smooth as a violin      Grew up in Wyndanch, formerly known as Crime-Danch   Me and my mans we travel lands to find jams   Where violence usually ends in sirens   By all means, we all fiend for finance   We make cash on the street called straight path   We take class, build with the Gods with great math   Everyday true to the street, and never fronted   Along the way, learned from the best that ever done it   Bein exposed to life's highs and lows   Got my flows ready for shows, I'm ready for the pros   I put it on a tape and then the city I tested   Then on the radio the R's requested   Now the whole world's whylin, all the girls smilin   You know, it's on, soon as they let the crowd in   The rhyme that I'm stylin, smooth as a violin      Word up I wanna give a big up to Long Island stompin grounds f'real   Crime-Danch one love baby word up   I wanna give a crazy shout out to all the DJ's back in the day   Who used to let me smoke they microphones, ya knah mean?   Big up to DJ Maniac, DJ Teddy Tuff, and DJ Cool Breeze   Word up