On point w/a microphone, check me
Smoke joints on the way home and catch me
On stage, my pockets hang empty
how you gonna tell us we "live" but won’t let me?
rearrange the set, then come get me
as I grip a microphone stand now dudes sweat me
I do my own thing, my way, u just met me
the best thing for u to do now is forget me
it’s like I'm on the sauce again
hater-ific when u feel u gotta tell a friend
can’t u see I’m just me, I do it better than
most mc’s that write it like a letter in
notebooks
I’m the mouth without a pen
like crooks, I live a life a little far from zen
and when I take her to the crib, it’s the lion’s den
most cats be rockin’ 6’s when I got a 10. more like an 8, but um...

So if you think we keep it live, you need to throw your hands from side to side
It don’t matter if we dated
Calling on the microphone, girls that are tighter than a metronome
when I get just wait up for me

I don’t stress it
Caught up in this mess kid
what’s left, did I forget
take a messsage
we the wildest band in the area,
Philadelphunk
Girls get in the trunk, am I scaring ya’
sicken mc’s like malaria
yet, 2 notorious to get in the club
4yrs and we still can’t get in the club
u know how it get in the club
u know u should be giving me love
come across a trend
I’m still thinking bout the days, getting caught up in this haze again
with the tracks that we make in Philadelphia, Penn
never catch us being fake, never play pretend
always changing it, rearrange the flow
all up in the show on the stage is when
I get my snow boots laced, next phaze again
Same game, different mind frame changing them
to the end…