A just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eating crazy cheese like you would think I'm from Paris
You know I get fly, you think I get high
You know that I'm gone and I'mma tell you all why

So tell me: who are you dissing? Maybe I'm missing
The reason that you're smiling or wilding so listen
In my head I just wanna take 'em down
Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down

Let it flow like a mudslide
A when I get on I like to ride and glide
I've got depth of perception in my text y'all
I get props at my mention 'cause I vex y'all

So what'cha what'cha what'cha want (what'cha want?)?
A you're so funny with the money that you flaunt (that'cha flaunt)
Where'd you get your information from huh?
You think that you can front when the revelation comes?

YEAH
You can't front on that!

Well they call me Mike D the ever-lovin' man
I'm like Spoonie Gee Well I'm the metropolitician
You scream and you holler about my Chevy Impala
But the sweat is getting wet around the ring
Around your collar

But like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin'
Sweeter than a cherry pie with Reddi-Whip toppin'
From mic to mic kickin' it wall to wall
Well I'll be calling out you people like a casting call

Well it's wack when you're jacked in the back of a ride
With your know with your flow when you're out getting by
Believe me
A what you see is what you get
And you see me
A coming off as you can bet

Well I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time I'm losing my mind, that's right
Said I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time I'm losing my mind

YEAH
You can't front on that!

But little do you know about something that I talk about
I'm tired of driving it's due time that I walk about
But in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise
Got eyes in the back of my head so I realize

Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm here to rock y'all
I want you off the wall if you're playing the wall

I said what'cha what'cha what'cha want (what'cha want?)?
I said what'cha what'cha what'cha want (what'cha want?)?

Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce
So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount
See I'm the long leaner Vincent the Cleaner
I'm the illest m_________er from here to Gardena

Well I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
You've got the rhyme and reason but got no cause
But if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease
I've got news for you crews you'll be sucking like a leech

YEAH
You can't front on that!

So what'cha what'cha what'cha want (what'cha want?)?
So what'cha what'cha what'cha want (so what'cha want?)?
I said what'cha what'cha what'cha want (what'cha want?)?
I said what'cha what'cha what'cha want (so what'cha want?)?

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