Uh huh. Yo. Rock me Hold me up to your head for awhile Picture black when you reciting and handing it out To your friends, your family, the people you love I'm on stage with a mic and I'm holding it up Like a sword, but oh lord, when the cut come in Every detail of my happiness and every sin Was written down for your ears so When I'm done say m to the izzle Big king of the drums up Voice of the children up in every slum With more power than the bullets you got in your gun, one Highly sought more oft then not Did it so my child would be proud of her pops And tell her friends, how really dope the man is And how the rest really is all bullish in show biz So you need me more than I need you Moe Burger for President, the Project Move! Dress so fresh impress the best bitch Throw the mic like a bone and I'll go and fetch it Top dog, underdog, life hectic Most definite unemployment check collected Temporary layoff, got the day off Hopefully these rhymes will payoff Dead bullseye away off Color chaos, I display awe Midnight night seance, the beats play yo Run to the corner store, grab a dutchee Run back to the crib, roll it up, lovely Press play to the beat tape, you can't touch me Sky high like Marv Goodie, cloud above me Man bionic, super high, magic carpet Couldn't touch it, unless you tried to reach out and love it yo Smoke this l, both too swell How I feel, broken heart I ain't keeping it still I'm just browsin Shipping crates by the thousand it's called Yao Ming Make it sound clean, that professional sound F around and get your body print sketched in the ground Testing me now, trying to write the recipe down Seems familiar when the millimeter Missed him by a centimeter Didn't mean to kill him either, that was just a warning Better tell em fast, run a telegraph I signed an order And the must-bust, for just us kids to respect, hits collect Mic check, mirror mirror on the wall? Now tell me who the flying king of em all Go to sleep and dream about how I won it all Wake up and write a rhyme on how to make it all That's me in the mirror no makeup, no Jacob Throw back in my own right with my left hand To the next plan to the next jam