Party People
I got souls of blackness And brothers con't stand it A new
improved hittin' mad moves Three times smoother than average I
don't go ill like the ones that act savage My criteria delete the
weak crews Don't test with that mess I'll have you crew singin'
the blues Or you'll be stuck like you was in the bayous I be
hittin' harder than beat in jeeps You better peep. My style's
complete, so don't sleep It's the slick black Nubian from around
the way Watch time pass while I shoot rhymes an' blast lyrical
concepts Pay attention like class suckers. Come up Miscellaneous
and live but anyway V-Luv will make the crowd say I brings the
soul from the circle to the center My people feel the flavor
from the chi before they enter Oriental my essential in my
Buddhist temple I take it to your cipher wit #2 pencil Me I'm
into being like #1 Korean I represent the soul and every yellow
human being Tiger JK, capital "T.I." I gets up on the stage and
all my rhymes are mad fly If you're not understanding then just
check another angle I mangle up MCs like in Boston I'm gonna
strangle But you from the comer'cuz your aura like depressin'
So what's the problems or haps, paps? Can't you see my rap
slaps? Any MCs to be the one to make it snap-back Bring it from
the stomach overcoming of the evil This one's dedicated to all
the party people You feel the vibe from the bottom of the
barrel My homies catch attention when they wear their fly
apparrel Difficultly minimmalty when I'm on your level I take
your mountain slowly to the size of a pebble When I'm on the
mic, I brings applause to the scene Enemy retreat defeat when
I'm in between You and your lyrcs' cuz your rhymes are like
booty I'll bring it to your strange To all the people in the
party;hold yourself with restraint You try to catch the teeling
but you can't imaginate I'm rollin' up my sleeves everytime I want
to flex it The crowd is still cheerin' fearin' that I'll hit the exit