goddammit Hard like granite to the utmost I'm butter on rye, always high but play the low post I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic
the way I say my name (You out there? Louder) The mic that I'm packin', is flame resistant So MC be cool, and keep your distance When I walk into the party
keep from comin' on It's been so long Oh, and it's a hollow feelin' when It comes down to dealin' friends It never ends Take another shot
hard like granite to the utmost I'm butter on rye - always hired to play the low post I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic I'm dope
back 'n forth from work by it, and paid their rent by it, and before long they were even having BIRTHDAY PARTIES IN THE OFFICE by it, because NOW, AT
name ("You out there? LOUDER!") The mic that I'm packin, is flame resistant So MC be cool, and keep your distance When I walk into the party girls are
down, the way I say my name The mic that I'm packin, is flame resistant So MC be cool, and keep your distance When I walk into the party girls are screamin
like granite to the utmost I'm butter on rye - always hired to play the low post I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic I'm dope on
