As easy as one two three
Boy Sand coming around with new heat
And gal head turning around like "who he?"
Street don't want him around he too deep
The deep don't want him around, he too street
I act unruly and ruin the routine
I'll lace you up yo really and truly it's my treat
When I get back there's no one that's sitting in my seat
I laugh so hard I swear I'll start splitting at my seams
Fuck finding, I get followed by women of my dreams
You won't find neither Zeus or Apollo defying me
A point to stay on point like the top of a pine tree
Out at the PR parade where I'm raiding the panty
Hopping out I leave a crater I cave in the concrete
Backed by Spinna the creator my cipher is complete
Double trouble I'm both humble and guilty of conceit
Even wild as I be rhyming my timing is on beat
Public agent with a gauge that is never upon "E"
It is more than entertainment when Satan or God speaks
So regardless of conditions I'm wishing you Godspeed
Nonetheless I brought the A-1 for people who got beef
This is not about the payroll my people I got peace
I be running with a label for people that got dreams
What I'm bringing to the table ridiculous irie
I'm a legend not a fable, that's putting it mildly
And been vegan but they never stopped calling me Big Cheese
And I'm uncut but you won't come across any dick cheese
I ain't worried 'bout no problems I solve em like mysteries
Everything that y'all debating is made up like history
I come out before my set, it don't ruin my mystique
I was never squeaky clean not since I was pip-squeak
Biting's always been forbidden when spitting a 16
I been known for getting buns on 176th street
Damn, I said "street" before
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