aw yeah, just gettin' warmed up in here i'mma lay it down like this, yo kick back and bubbled slow hit gas and rumbled roads spit facts with swift raps
with impact to hit past a Hubble probe spin back to fit massive summer shows (one, two, three, four...) ill tunes, trip acid undertones ... that sit past the country's coast what if after this batch the bubble blows lord knows where the chit-chat thrust in the ringmaster's Thunderdome ... with big cats with Wonder Dough
but through all the mish-mash i predict tragic troubles so to this patch and drummers know and pitch black with knick-knacks i fumble flow to fit tracks and this cracks the puzzle's code and infact since slick chaps we're trailblazin' a lit path by jungle's glow i sit back in the Bliss bachelor's bungalow
direct from the shit shack i sit back with a six-pack and ... i twist raps, i flip raps, you fuckin' know so kick back, Big Macka's comin' home (one, two, three, four...) so splish splash, click clack
yo, when i start to get busy once Macka's on the track with a heatwave of new shit (one, two, three, four...) so back off as i reclaim this music yo, I'mma tell it how it is this is B.E.I. and i ain't how to kick the door down hours in the air, run for cover all try to hunt for cover
(one, two, three, four... crank this bitch! it's BNE... BNE...)