Buggin' Out

Yo, microphone check one two what is this
 The five foot assassin' with the ruff neck business
 I float like gravity, never had a cavity
 Got more rhymes than the ones that got family
 No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame
 No shame in my game 'cause I'll always be the same
 Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have
 You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half
 I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path
 Messin' round with this you catch the sizin' of 'em
 I never half step 'cause I'm not a half stepper
 Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper
 Refuse to compete with BS competition
 Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Suckle With the Mission
 I never walk the streets, think it's all about me
 Even though deep in my heart, it really could be
 I just try my best to like go all out
 Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out
 Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation
 Minds get flooded, ejaculation right on the two inch tape
 The Abstract poet incognito, runs the cape
 Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my
 Point across, so bust, the floss
 As I go in between, the grit and the dirt
 Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm
 As I crack the, monotone children of the jazz so, get your own
 Smokin' R&B cause they try to do me
 Or the best of the pack but they can't do rap for it's Abstract, original
 You can't get your own and that's, pitiful
 I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug
 On R&B, but I can't and that's bugged
 Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out x 8
 Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action
 Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction
 People be houndin', always surroundin'
 Pulsin', just like a migraine poundin'
 You don't really fret, you stay in your sense
 Comafied your feeling, of absolute tense
 You soar off to another world, deep in your mind
 But people seem to take that, as being unkind
 "Oh yo he's acting stank," really on a regal?
 A man of the fame not a man of the people
 Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much
 Riding on the train with no dough, sucks
 Once again a case of your feet in my Nike's
 If a crowd is in my realm I'm saying, "Mic please"
 Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug
 If you do the result, will end up kind of bugged
 Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out
 Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out
 Schemin' on the cookies with the crazy boomin' back buns
 Pushin' on the real hardest so we can have the big fun
 When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status
 Battling a MC was when Tip was at his baddest
 It was one MC after one MC
 What the world could they be wanting see from little old me
 Do I have the formula to save the world?
 Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls
 I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid
 Dissed by all my brothers, I was all up what my man did
 Supposed to be my man but now I wonder 'cause you're feeble
 I go out with the strongest and I separate the evils
 It's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out
 All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out
 Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out x8