Yo Black Songtext / Lyric

Bobbito's in the house!

I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin the real shit

why'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin

All this la-la-la and this, TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shit

I'm not with that.



Yeah! You listenin to the sounds, of the one, Rhythm X -- the man

I'ma show you how to get wreck

The right way, not the wrong way

Watch me when I do this, pay attention






Check it out

Shut up! Step back! That picky-packy-wacky rap

Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with

In fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger diss

I come walk in your show like David Berkowitz

Make you think you swimmin like that homey Mark Spitz

How can you put up a fox, against an ALLIGATOR

I chew your crew one by one, like a Now or Later

I make a heavy man light, turn a black kid white

Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight

I wreck shop like Rock the Ricky Wrecka

Crush-a, stomp-a, nother, brother

I make MC's go,