[Intro: Pete Rock & Krs-One]
Uh, yeah
Baby Pa, what you gon' do?
Yo Pa, ''Grab the mic, plug it in and begin''
[Verse 1: Deda & Pete Rock]
Play hard 'cause life's short, rhymin' is the sport (Sport)
In it to win it, excuse my back to the wack (Wack)
All of that, so what's the word?
Who's the Herb? Pass the herb
Up on 3rd, niggas thirst for drama (Drama)
Point blank without a comma (Woo)
Bring it to your mama, your sister
The crisper Mister Man
The higher grain on the mic piece, chillin' of course
Lockin' ass with the rhythm, lay back with the lism
So, uhm, one-two check this, just a few flexes
Hangin' out the window of a Lexus (Woo)
Strategies like Checkers, ladies wanna sex us (What)
Condoms will protect us, get-go even after breakfast (Uh)
Respect to all the fellas, big up and chill (Chill)
You know who you are, where ever you are
Baby Pa by fall, check the calendar
Who will be the challenger, a pro or an amateur?
Do you understand?
[Chorus: Deda & Pete Rock]
Know what I'm sayin', my son? (What)
Do you understand?
Know what I'm sayin', my son? (Yeah)
Do you understand?
Know what I'm sayin', my son? (Yeah)
Do you understand? (What, what, what)
You know what I'm sayin', my son? (Come on)
[Verse 2: Deda & Pete Rock]
So hyper, pickin' rappers off like a sniper (Sniper)
Funky like a baby's dirty diaper, the rhyme's tighter (Woo)
Than a virgin, I lounge in the Vernon (What)
Four square miles of juvenile delinquency (Yeah)
Many styles, smirks and smiles (Uh)
Beef with the isles and family ties
Dreams are sold, the herb nigga buys (Uh-huh)
Shorties wise to the game and the place they specialize (Specialize)
The world is humongous of size
And Pa has a lot to do before he dies (Uh)
So right into your eardrum, pleasantly you hear one
Slave to the rhythm, microphones, I rip 'em (Uh)
Far from the best, but better than most (What)
The Original individual butter on toast
And don't forget the Jelly Smuckers like [?] Telly (What, what, what)
My man, [?] Grand, do you understand?
[Chorus: Deda & Pete Rock]
Know what I'm sayin', my son? (Check it out)
Do you understand?
Know what I'm sayin', my son? (Oh, yeah)
Do you understand?
Know what I'm sayin', my son? (What)
Do you understand?
You know what I'm sayin', my son? (Flow with the lass)
[Verse 3: Deda & Pete Rock]
Leave it up to me, I rock a rhyme steadily
Comin' down heavenly on chumps that's stressin' me
Puckin' my nerves, swingin' at the curves and missin'
You out of position (You out)
