[Chorus]   Caught up, burnt out and turned about   lurked about streets, about studio and stage   true ways to get paid      [Mikah 9]   A chosen few I choose to roll in crews who be my trues   exposing fools who broke the rules and cast 'em out my point of view   they end up assed out, without a clue   and there's me without a shoe   they're booted out of my living crew   they can't do the things I do on these streets      [Abstract Rude]   Peeped the game, wrote the book   seen that look before   been that crook at the store   had hookers galore, gigolo   the bigger those rocks the quicker they close up shops   'til it's sewed up   nigga wonder why yo pager blow up      [Aceyalone]   Now where would I be if I really wasn't G-O-D   'ing on info and it's simple to see my symphony   is packed to capacity from the floor up to the balcony   I'm free   must be the eagle, the hawk and the falcon in me   and a little bit of Malcolm in me, to make me me      [Chorus]      [Abstract Rude]   all I want for Christmas is a new drum beat machine   to say this shit and make a hit and get the green      [Aceyalone]   yes, man   currency and the urgency, the emergency   the economic surgery, the perjury and the energy surging me      [Mikah 9]   computerized in this engineer's eyes   has to be very acute to manifest these words in me for the loot      [Abstract Rude:]   Cigarettes and coffee tickle a studio's fancy   just right for the mood of audio enhancing      [Aceyalone]   and the herbals get me strong on the mic like Sampson   I throw some land, some miss some win some   and some I don't win      [Mikah 9]   but I'm getting in where I'm fitting in   headphones in a sound proof booth   you got a problem with me living in   I'm advancing      [Chorus]      [Aceyalone]   Who is that standing on stage with the micro   psycho-analyzing every sucka in the room   whom could it be that slicing up the energy   providing food for thought for those who need to be consumed   I assume that if you walk the streets you will be doomed   marooned on my planet from the cradle to the tomb   I zoom at a million miles a hour 'til I bloom   and I blossom like a mushroom   since I been out the room      [Abstract Rude]   I'm the universal platform, I'll let you talk trash   generic or abnorm can we still get the cash   you don't know yet as long as they pay you can be a poet   after the show, we'll get the dough and it's on me moet   I'm the bright lights second hand smoke filled arenas   this mic's tight severing 'em, heard 'em through Cerwin Vegas   people diving off of me into the crowd, vibing off me and the style   my philosophy is a wild stage show      [Mikah 9]   Hecklers, inside stage hater are expendable   they alive as long as they know something dependable   we can rendezvous and vibe if you boo then that's offendable   there may be discipline resulting in an experiment   to see if yo limbs are bendable   if your jaw bone's breakable   and then I'm a take a full eighth of the shrooms   and blaze the boom   black man gold mines, hold mine, old rhymes   got my fingers on the strings of east and west coast crimes