I'm Chill Master Nell of a thousand emcees
But how are you gonna tell the real
I bust from these fo' knees
Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company
They go home they write a rhyme they think
they ready to battle better
Some write forward some write backward
I wait for them to get the cheeba ganja then reverse yo
With a verse that's worse than the last one
Some say BOO he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans
And Hatians cause you thought I was American
Hey Pras remember that song they sang yeah
Go back to Jamaica what's good is what's new
But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail crate of cooler
I'm from the island the island I'm from is the strong island
Emcees must be right when I syke from lack of freestylin'
Mind must be sharp until my holler girl I get all in
Black stylin' ridin' Boof'll be trappin'
When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'
Huh coolin' while I'm rappin'
Boff Baf another sound of a guy
Boff Baf never boy duck punk try
Boff Baf another sound of a guy
Boff Baf never boy duck punk try
Said if you write with pencil you must write with Pen
If you have a rooster you must have a Hen
Five plus five you know that equals to Ten
Then spit the yellow man check it to groove to groove site
One two I throw a flow to catch it
Three four back she know before the track miss
I fuck ya when style go to wreck this static
But yo sister grab the mic and do damage
Hey yo I used to drive a hooptie check me down swoopie
Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones
See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue
Hannibal heads I be the kid from Timbuktu
One two zip me me check the mic I'm ready
Three four please the army Oh God with Uzi's
So what converse man the chicken or the hoodie
Get the hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy
To kill the Jesse James rough step back check your steps
I'll love your theory like the chi chi woo woo boogie man
You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs
And when I call your name
I say Candyman Candyman Candyman
Cause I can can yes I can can
Boff Baf another sound of a guy
Boff Baf never boy duck punk try
Boff Baf another sound of a guy
Boff Baf never boy duck punk try
Well I'm on Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
So let me re light your viacom
And let you enter the the elec tronic COOL [Repeat x4]
All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic
You listen to your lyrics in chime your Panasonic
The ly ly ly lyricaler the di di di digital
Pras take the mic man you know you're really critical
Stall emcees soft put 'em up for er Death Row yeah
Rhyme and cultural style and never old
Slashed the priest fool ooh you're filth swolled
I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke Juano
Coolin' it coolin' it coolin' it
Somebody chuck me who the who'd you think
Hold the mic hold the mic I shoot 'em
Down with my last one last one last one last one and
Boo shoo coo coo Smoke
I got my bullet proof and now to send my bozack
Boff Baf another sound of a guy
Boff Baf never boy duck punk try
Boff Baf another sound of a guy
Boff Baf never boy duck punk try
Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood
Who used to rap on a Polaroid here comes Father Joe
Let me clock the block as I pull fo' five
Boof Baf I cut the block with gat stops
I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was
He said I bust a battle alright I still took a gun
No cheeba cheeba just a Libra on a last ride
I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive
So hear the spirits many fear Sir New Stosser
This the new thing under the Sun when I come I come
Bam bam alakazam he grabbed the mic
Up the block they ran I came back with the bag
Cause that's my momma man
I'm just patrollin' move off in the block
But the spot that I clock you get shot if your numbers' about
So don't get caught in the fast lane the fast lane
A just remain yourself and be the same
Cause many rapper days say nothin' for nothin'
So here's sut um to take you from the am to the pm
Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator
Whose the originator step up infiltrator
See you in the alligator back stabbin' traitor
Tape recorder duplicator roughly rhymin'
with the head tranzlator hah
And leave the forty to be naughty in the fridgerator
Boff Baf another sound of a guy
Boff Baf never boy duck punk try
Boff Baf another sound of a guy
Boff Baf never boy duck punk try
Say gun man Boff Baf say tell me
where you get your from Boff Baf
You must of get it from the foreign land Boff Baf
We want to shoot up the old a Babylon Boff Baf
Pay the man to rhyme onto it
Say gun man Boff Baf say tell me
where you get your from Boff Baf
You must of get it from the foreign land Boff Baf
You want to kill your own brother man
Boff Baf ay ay ay Boff Baf