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Get up everybody, it's time to okay
Nice is on the mic with no delay
Get up everybody, it's time to sway
Greg is on the mic with no delay

She, said, her was Lola
I said, "Yo Lola,
bola, Ayatollah
Saudi Arabia,
My Rolex is run by solar"

Get down, my mic technique
Let's freak, let's freak, freak to the beat
get cashed at the end of the weak
C'mon, Deck the with skins and party
Gainin' weight 'cause I do eat
When I wanna get tipsy I Bacardi
Greg Nice, I'm here, ghost

I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the

Fester, the baldhead jester
Not me, the Minister, the mic
Five-oh arrest a G, doin' ill
Took a hoe to out the weeds
Droppin' G, the case is to hobos
Kickin' the bobo, chewin' on a

Ain't a Volvo with no promos
Sippin' cocoa and up momos
Fee fie foe fum I need awake
The buns ain't mack cause your hums
No Funky Drummer loser summons

But you stop the Humrush hummings
Like Rooter layin' pipes like a plumber
and Smooth 'cause three's a prime number
I go brick church buildin' I'm sleepin'
So flip off my tip, I rip the mic

I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the

I praise the Lord that I'm no a vandal
my daughter goodnight, then I light a white candle
And sit and meditate
Evaluate,
'Cause I have to be here, on wax
Unveling a truth with proof of all

'Cause in my life I see the of many others
Various shades of colors, sisters,
And once my soul my bodily shell
I believe to receive a new
Of some concious subconcious

Chose by few on the positive
A man is judged by the goodness of his
So to say who's dumb and who's smart?
Aiyyo Serch, I came to hear you
(What up?)
Get on the mic and flaunt your microphone

I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the

Watch me shine till it's for sundown
I had a scuffle with a kid it only went one
I got a so there's no need to sex a hoe
But I gas 'em up just they're at Texaco
Ring my phone, so I pick it up and say, what up?

Somebody's flippin', so I tell him to up
We'd use a F word, but Ice Cube got the
So I'll make it, "Funky For You" with Greg
And his Smooth B
the Superbowl, just for Bud Bowl III

Then I watch 'Living 'cause Homey don't play dat
Money like my honey in my and it'll stay that way
The variety
You don't like it then gonna join the Dead Poet's Society
Try to flip on what quartet speaks
And Serch will disperse, the microphone