"Being blessed and not just being able to float on out, I'm saying if uh.. If you gotta pay for... things that you've done wrong, uhh... I got a big bill comin' [laughs], at the end of the day, [laughs]."

It's from the heart so you know that I'm real So you can relax because I'm sargent seal (Shit) Ye, ye, you either like it or you don't And in fact you will Stand in awe and watch your brother catch wreck My credit is good and I never bounced a check But if my funds run low and my shit get's critical It's off to the chemical Got to give a shout to the Large Professor Thought I lost his number but I left it on my dresser On and on and on like the Mississippi Not on a gangster tip Ayo I'm not a hippie I'm just an ordinary (nary) Brother who is very (very) Dedicated to real rap so don't compare me to another brother Cause I'm the type that'll smother A wack MC, his DJ or any other Member of your crew, not a thing you can do Gotta say peace to Infinite Kendu Showbiz, Fat Joe, Who? Why? and Apache Nobody can match me, and yo you couldn't catch me In a new pair of British with the thick rubber sole But I won't flinch, And I'm out like a trout x8 And IAnnotate bring joy just like Anita Baker If the girl doesn't like to smile you need to take her To a Diamond D show, cause I bring joy To men, women, girls, boys Ill give a hand shake for you and your man's sake Cause I write rhymes so much that my hand's ache It's '92 so what you gonna do? Barbecue or buggalo? Yeah And my man Show with the season Alca Wall D We hunt down beats just like my Uncle Wally I'll never play myself cause I don't play games Know a lot of peeps but I say no names So don't front pal, just fine tune it Peace to the J.B.'s and The Flavor Unit So don't front pal, just fine tune it Peace to the J.B.'s and The Flavor Unit So make like Lloyd Lindsey Young and say hello People underestimate even though the best they make Sounds like a big pile of shhh (sounds like a big pile of) But I'm not the type to go out like a dimple A brother like D makes it space (Word 'em, word 'em up) Yeah, goin' out to Forrest Projects Yeah and I'm out like another brother Cause I'm the type that'll smother A wack MC, his DJ or any other Member of your crew, not a thing you can do Gotta say peace to Infinite Kendu (Show) Got to give a shout to the Large Professor Thought I lost his number but I left it on my dresser On and on and on like the Mississippi Not on a gangster tip And I'm out like a trout x8

Dress is the word, when I display my rappin' forte Quicker done than O.J., hey I fix my shit, E the lyrical master Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to blast ya Let me ask ya, can I get busy one time? And unwind and chill, with Cypress Hill Huh, I go on with my bad self I'm the four pound toter, the fill blood smoker Never walk through the cross luggage I'm hardcore to the Bone, I'm Thuggish Ruggish The Green-Heights, Bandit, I be Eric Simon, I get real determined And one for the trouble, and two for the bass And take it to your face with this here lyrical mix And if you don't know, (You're?)