Vocab

You got the vocab, I got the vocab
 You got the vocab, you know I got the vocab
 You got the vocab, I got the vocab
 Hey yo, pass the mic, so I can tell 'em I got the gift of gab
 Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself
 Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself
 Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself
 Hey yo, catch me when I'm sober, but now I drink for the belt
 So pass the root straight to the right-hand side
 Make no mistake that the buzz is a natural high
 I said it's big emergency mind your busy body
 He hit me, I broke his nose, the referee is Mr. Fuji
 So, I head to the Blue Jay, mocking bird don't mock
 The last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken pot
 So Mr. Rooster gave me a crooked-croo at 6 a.m
 He looked at me a laughin', said my music would make F.M station
 You're Haitian, you'll never get nowhere
 But I sweared on my grandmother grave, we'd be here
 So now when I back track
 I back track for rhythm to make a nigga run and leave his tongue back
 You think I'm cool, I think you're cruel, so here's a shell cap
 On your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped
 Rat-at-at-at, you got the vocab, I got the vocab
 You got the vocab, you know I got the vocab
 You got the vocab, I got the vocab
 Hey yo, pass the mic, so I can tell 'em I got the gift of gab
 Yo, hobop-so-bop leave the boat for the pope, ya
 Hobop-so-bop, I leave the boat for the pope, yo
 Hobop-so-bop, leave the boat for the pope
 Boat people here we go hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho, yeah
 Some quest for the truth, some bust-a-loop
 And search for some knowledge that come runnin' in the woods
 And if I shoulda choose to be one, then I will be a
 Thinkaholic with books and look to kill
 My proof is in my puddin'
 If I chill in the hood, would you be sayin' that I'm hoodin'?
 Now, let me exercise a new style that will brutalize
 MCs into a warpath genocide
 Nobody move, nobody get hurt, it's a homocide
 So jump, jump punks ready to get snuck
 Evel Knievel was my man, someone for the stunts
 I'm mostly fillies, I'm just straight up front, ha
 But ya tryin' to light up, you get blast like nitrogen
 Runnin' for mercy, runnin' for oxygen
 Bad LA meat, you're better off comittin' suicide
 I shoot the lip so high I strip you of your carbon dioxide
 'Rock-a-bye' is the lullaby he be singin' 'oh my'
 Boof baff another son a go die
 What's the matter with the black man? (Black man)
 What's the matter with the black man? (Black man)
 Now a statistic, so dreams of her become realistic
 Bombastic he's mystic, you don't believe you checked the psychic
 Emancipate your mind, don't set the limit, reach the summit
 Free your spirit 'cause you're blunted from the lyrics, I just stuttered
 'Live off the streets' says the brother with the machete
 'Live off the lady' says the brother with the Glock in patrol
 I live logically, no weak slave to poverty 'cause
 You see, it's very easy to slip between the asphalt sheet
 Brothers from my way, they used to get mad plays
 'Til they caught us bustin' doughnuts 'til the break of day
 Brother, my brother, you played me undercover
 She wouldn't be your lover, so now you tried to dis her
 The sister, you missed her but ask yourself a question
 Can I make a suggestion? I need a true confession
 Is she skins? 'Cause the skin that she's in makes you sin?
 Do ya hit her just to get her integrate another sister?
 Mister, I asked him for a hanky, he asked if he could spank me
 So why'd you disrespect me, sir?
 Were you thinking I'm misguided or were you tryin' to hide it
 That you had no father figure
 Which, check out your wackiness, it won't distrust my blackness
 I woulda for a smack, but don't think that it would help this
 What's the matter with the black man (black man)
 All original gunman dem original goat (baa)
 All original gunman dem original goat (baa)
 Come jackin' it up and I bad and me fell in ma booby trap
 With a rappin' up for the eight track, play back, laid back, sit back
 And I'll trade you for - riddin' his act, as a matter a fact
 Comes trappin' 'em back like a cool six-pack, now bring it back, yo
 Woah! United we stand, divided we crumble
 What's the flavor? More Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall
 United we stand, divided we crumble
 What's the flavor? More Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall
 These days every man want to be a god
 Lay down the gun every man on the floor
 But the real gunman, him not play Hollywood role
 Because he pull out his gun and slayed another boy down
 Watch your speed, another gunman go bleed
 Watch your speed, if I U-turn
 Watch your speed, me up fi comin' ready
 Watch us bleed, watch us for original translator crew
 Oh, eh, every time we come, we come correct, see
 We out