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Ladies and gentlemen, Mix Master Che
Plug One beloved down with two and three
I rap caffeine, rock stew with tea
And I'm down with T-Y from the A
No matter if you're foes or family
I don't fuck with those who don't fuck with me
Got your nose bent out a joint you see
'Cause you earn no respect like Rodney King
While I'm classic in the jam like Rodney Peete
The game done became so wizzily
'Cause you can play it humble like you wanna be
It's the catcher like the king on the balcony
Got tasty like a wing out of KFC
You can't cook it like I hook it, I'm a different degree
And when you try to copy me
You find me laughing like my nigga saying "Howdy, five thousand G"
Now only innovative shit gets bussed around here
Don't touch the idea
Don't touch the idea
You get fingerprinted and dusted around here
Iller innovation gets bussed around here
Don't touch the idea
Don't touch the idea
You get fingerprinted and dusted around here
Yo if we're cooling the gang then celebrate yourself
I'm trying to break bread and maybe taste my wealth
Knock yourself out, maybe Mase might help
The New Edition candy girls, brace yourself
So packed with no bomb
Trying to get to heaven, raise hell with no qualms
Like heaven's busy catching heads and severing
So armed and so calm, killing with gold charm
My cup runneth over, maybe I overdone it
It's entertainment 'til the cops come knocking, buddy
So turn it up (Turn it up), don't worry
Snake charmer's in the building
I like the Pied Piper trying to save the children
No panic button pushed, just throw your hands up
If you're ready for the extravaganza
To counteract barely mundane stanzas
T-Y, De La Soul setting up new standards, oh
Only innovative shit gets bussed around here
Don't touch the idea
Don't touch the idea
You get fingerprinted and dusted around here
Iller innovation gets bussed around here
Don't touch the idea
Don't touch the idea
You get fingerprinted and dusted around here
Throw your hands up, God (God)
Whether one or one hundred
Set it off like cats want it
Take aim, confront the banger
So long you waited (So sorry it's taken us so long, waited)
Slack suits, tying skirts, they coming off (Yeah)
Plug Two tying skirts, we coming off (Coming off)
Now Saturdays may be considered the main dish
But see tonight I'm trying to fry this fish
Trying to sip on boulevard and find a miss (Where?)
The concept's classic, wish these rap bastards
Not in the building, we the governors, G
And when they hear this joint they gonna love the G
Aim the nine at the sky, they say sky's the limit
God is my target
And I got money, I'ma hit it
See they's got caliber, they lost the gun
And yo Ty, let's take aim tonight, my nigga, run
Only innovative shit gets bussed around here
Don't touch the idea
Don't touch the idea
You get fingerprinted and dusted around here
Iller innovation gets bussed around here
Don't touch the idea
Don't touch the idea
You get fingerprinted and dusted around here
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