Pad & Pen (feat. D-Life)

This is the Willy Master D-Life
 As we set it off with my man's A Tribe Called Quest
 And uhh, we got to do it like this baby
 We got to do it like that baby
 We got the good shit not the bullshit, yanahmean? Ha hah
 We 'bout to count it down, we 'bout to count it off
 It goes a one, two, three, ahh
 Malik we gettin' back into that shit again
 And when we rhyme, brothers need to break they pens, uh oh
 It's the love movement never ends
 The rap game'll never be the same again
 We came again
 Here I come again, you feelin' fine?
 The Dawg is like a overflowin' rhyme from mind
 Usually mess with shorties whose a 8 or 9
 Shorty bump around to the bass-line
 F keeps a burner on the waist-line
 That cat's trickin' off, I ain't wastin' mine
 You feel the uniqueness, you seekin' this?
 And when we do it, we be freakin' this
 Don't even front, you know you feelin' this
 My shade is borderin' around licorice
 Enjoyin' this tune, glad you playin' it
 Aiyyo Phife, what's the hook?
 Here we sayin' it, sayin' it, sayin' it
 My pad and my pen
 The beat and the blend
 The party won't end
 Just keep your [incomprehensible] buildin' with friends, yo
 My pad and my pen
 The beat and the blend
 The party won't end
 Just keep your [incomprehensible] buildin' with friends, yo
 We're down for life with one destiny
 It seems that the devil keeps testin' me
 Got the illest part of the recipe
 You tell your homegirl to stop stressin' me
 Undressin' me is the part you really like
 Brothers hold the cracks now they holdin' mics
 The cusses you get [incomprehensible] up the steady rights
 Marauders, we did that shit at midnight, aah right
 I love it when my honeydip be slobbin' me
 Don't take it personal, it's just comedy
 My comedy completely turned to tragedy
 I sense some of these rappers still be mad at me
 Sweatin' her because of her anatomy
 When I bang you it'll be assault and battery
 Don't make me discombobulate your microphone
 Talkin' trash will only get you freakin' head, flown
 Uhh, buy 'em out the box, never faulty ones
 Get in that ass like karate son
 My outlook on life, sometimes it's lookin' grim
 We manage a smile, sometimes we slip it in
 My Tribe be worldwide like the Nike swoosh
 Emcees be soundin' moist like vagina juice
 The top of the world, we pursuin' it
 Don't worry about a thing 'cause we doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
 My pad and my pen
 The beat and the blend
 The party won't end
 Just keep your [incomprehensible] buildin' with friends, yo
 My pad and my pen
 My beat and my blend
 The party won't end
 Just keep your [incomprehensible] buildin' with friends, yo
 My pad and my pen
 The beat and the blend
 The party won't end
 Just keep your [incomprehensible] buildin' with friends, yo
 My pad and my pen
 The beat and the blend
 The party won't end
 Just keep your [incomprehensible] buildin' with friends, yo
 That's the way we do, come on, that's the way we do
 It's the nigga D-Life with TCQ
 That's the way we rock and the beat won't stop
 Got to blow it up for the top
 Didn't think you know how to rock