To all the stupid people in the house,
You are about to witness something you have never witnessed before
You said they couldn't do it, but
This is for Kenny Muhammad and his lucky two: Grand Whiz and Little Jimmy.
That you are now in the place to be, we gonna show you how we do it for the year 2005.
Kicking it live speed…
And you are sick of all of them rappers beating their rhymes,
Because we nee-need back stabbers.
When it comes to me and my associate Kenny Muhammad
And there is no Proof
And they are sick, because we know how fuck the product.
We…
We're in the Paul mix,
We're the big bomb.
I wish I knew more than I could ever wish to know;
And to show you some clear soul,
So, all you know the man says it, would go a little something like this:
Oh!..
La-di-da-di-da-di
We like to party-party,
We always causing trouble-trouble
Bothering everybody.
We are just some men up on the mic.
When we grab the pitch,
Yo, we grab that shit tight!
Fuck all of y'all who's going to hell,
Just keep on smiling and enjoy yourself.
‘Cause it cool when you cause a cozy-condition
And that's what we create, because that be our mission.
So listen close to what we say
Because this type of shit happens everyday (what?) [x3]
I woke up around two in the morning,
Did a lot of coke, strechin', yawnin'.
Went to the bathroom to wash up:
Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch.
I said, ‘Mirra, mirra on-on the wall, who be the top-choice of-of them all?'
There was a rubble-rubble-dubble,
Five minutes it lasted. The mirror said,
‘You are you conceited bastard!'
Well, that's true, that's why we never have no beef.
And so I washed off the soap and I brushed the gold teeth.
I changed my clothes, spiked my hair,
I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear.
And for all the little girl that I might take home, we have
The Johnson's baby powder and the Polo Cologne.
Fresh-dressed like a million dollars:
I wore the high-tops and popped the flat collar.
Stepped out the crib, stopped short…
Ah, naw shit, God damn
Shit I forgot my fucking Cangol!
Dammy-dilly-dally, me ran into an alley
Got me busted into me old girl Shaniqua from the Valley
That bitch played hard to get.
So I said, ‘What's up girl? You look like shit.
Don't cry, dry your eye'.
Sally: ‘Cause my momma, you all better hide tonight'.
Because her mom stepped up from behind,
Hit her in the face, stabbed her in the eye,
Punched her in the belly, stepped on her feet…
Slammed the girl on the hard concrete.
Oh, bitch was strong, momma's gone.
Something seemed wrong, now what is going on?
I tried to bust it up, I said, ‘Stop it, leave her!'
She said, ‘If I can't have you, she can't either!'
She grabbed me hard around my cock
So, I broke down like I had a chicken pox.
Momma gave chase, she caught up quickly.
She put her fucking finger in the face of Little Jimmy and said,
‘Why don't you give me some play?
Stop avoiding me like you is gay.
I wet my pants whenever you say:
Oh, bitches love me cause they now that I can…
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me,
I love your faggy ways, I guess that's why you always getting laid'.
Oh on and on and on and on and… whatever…
I said, ‘I'm gonna give her a kiss',
I said, ‘You can't have me I'm too young for you miss',
She said, ‘No you are not' then she starts crying.
I said, ‘I'm 18' and she says, ‘Stop lying!'.
‘Serious, go ask my mother
And with you wrinkled pussy you can't be my lover!'
Pow
Okay people, we're talking about Kenny Muhammad, The Human Orchestra.
I'm not jokin' ya know…
He's wicked, he's livin', he's vibin'
With the hardcore verbal beatery.
Beat box criminal, top of his category!
That's a little special for you Mindless CD.