1, 2, 3

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