This's the way it goes down
The E gets wicked, no need for the biscuit The green-eyed funkdafied brother coming wicked I sets the party off just like Tanqueray The Funk Lord, nobody else could swing this way I put the loc to the motion, drop the funk coast to coast and I Buck like Shot, 'cause I know I Got Cha Opin Check the soup, I Dogg the mic like Snoop I get swift like H-Town, when I Knock Da Boots (daaat's right) I'm dynamite with this mic I Show like Doug E. and I rock the mic lovely The afrodesiac, bringin the do-wah-diddy to your city, on the Zapp side with the vibe I'm Stone Cold like Bobby and Ralph T I come with the Game of Death, without Bruce Lee The irregular speakin, for those MC's who be tweakin Catch me at the Beacon just freakin
'cause my style's the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi / repeat 2X
It goes one for the trouble, two for the show Aiyyo, I'm gettin airplay like The Most Beautiful I'm the mack, I made Goldy turn chrome When I induce my styles upon the microphone (yeah) I goes down for y'all in broad daylight Weeded, rockin the mic like ta-dow and psych Today is a Green Day, so it's blazin to specify it, I get big-up from Jamaicans Hey, the E-are-I-see-K gets down for the public More doper than Janet Jackson's stomach Ask anybody, who's the dopest producer? I think of cruise, I'm never too much like I'm Luther You got beef with my squad you better dare that The shit I kick make rappers say, "I shoulda snared that"
Complete this puzzle, what Squad beat up like Russell Simmons And more flyer than Robin Givens Cosmic Slop, from the darkside Basically, I Can't Wait, songs from the Redman tape (and make much sense when he's kickin fool) cause I constantly keep shitting and y'all constantly keep listening Yeah, who can it be now, watch out Flying through the air with wings E Double doing my thing