Blast From The Past
It goes a lil sutink, like this
Hikory, dikory, dok
2many girls wona suk my c***, hectics ere so count dwn da clok get bare dough
Like jenny from da blok, wot
Can't test we coz my crews 2 hot, whos hot whos hot, whos not,
You manz are cummin off da plot, ow much talent on da mic ave you got wot,
Coz wen I'm on da mic guna bus up da place gunna get da ladies shake da hips
Da waiste, guna get you prange guna make you wonna say grace, never wear glasses
Never wear brace, I never walk round wid a mashed up face, hectic breeza
Givin you a taste, hectic breeza pikin up da pace, so c** chalenge we 4 a
Lyrical race,
Its da H-E-C-T-I to da C, I'm a lyrical dj so c** chalenge me, dus gime da mic
Ill spit freely ill bust you up on the m-i-c, easy peasy, like chilin in
Jakuzi, lyrical bombs dat I drop are like an uzi, who she? She wanna sit on my
Knee call me sweetie but she goes on nasty she smell like weee