Baby, because   (I say, "Lord, have mercy")   This is for all you dirty bitches out there   Suck up on this motherfuckin' nuts   (I say, "Lord, have mercy")      Say stop! Hey, what's that sound?   Everybody look what's goin' down   I'm everlastin', forever on a roll   I'm rockin' to the boat, steamin' gray matter tone      I ain't sayin' I'm God but you can graft this   Chances are if I'm a star, I'd be Johnny Mathis   On some smooth shit, I'd be gaming all the honeys   Hitting Hugh Hefner with his Playboy Bunnies      Check the Sunday funnies, I'd be reading Doonesbury   See me after dark, love, shit be getting scary   I'll freak you like Carrie on the night of the prom   Let's keep it cool and calm, I'll start stroking your palm      Work my way up your arm, start kissing your ear   Maybe, licking your lips, then pulling your hair   Yeah, I freak the back spasm to get the orgasm   And if my legs cramp, girl, I lick that stamp   I got it sewn love, so you ain't got no worries   Hold up, wait a second, my vision's gettin' blurry      Stop, hey, what's that smell   Someone laced dust all up in my L   Bitches start sweatin' once the pockets swell   Let's take it back fourteen billion cells      Periodic measures to say my rhymes   Too much of this dope need growth-type slow   Off a poet's tree, let me blow my leaves   Shake off my roots and pull up my sleeves      Break a branchling wist stick   Lyrics for the mystical   Yo fancy, shake your chancy   Our transystem is torn MCs   I hymn-zen, then I'm casualies      Pot smoke-seeds, relativities   Seize it, I be on every first ability   Of chaos, a higher form of infinity   Gettin' me virtually supreme ID      Reflectors and tackers   At which my faster phrased words   Super-lax, break raps and MCs jump off wacks   Revolves and steers and still sees time stilt   I work for Real Bill Divine, it's lyrical chill      I say, "Stop", hey, what's that smell?   Someone laced dust all up in my L   Bitches start sweatin' when the pockets swell   Let's take it back fourteen billion cells      Stop, hey, what's that smell?   Someone laced dust all up in my L   Bitches start sweatin' when the pockets swell   Let's take it back fourteen billion cells