Letras
Make 'em feel it, full-body-massage flow
My arm strong when I grip the mic, word to Satchmo
These sideshow suckas do whatever for the pay (pez), yo
Excuse my French, but that's a bēch move, word to Saint Tro–
Not'cho average savage, not a Macho
Man, but I'll body slam a track on a hot stove
In the musical equivalent of kitchen
Whippin' up a Michelin dish, but y'all just want McDonald's
I'm not gon' front, though, that hits right at times
But if life is a, you know, try to wine and dine her every now and then, at least
I mean, she might be kinder
If you put the right stuff in your body, and for your mind, these rhymes
Is the vitamins and minerals for lyrical food deserts
From the OC's own along with Brew reppin'
Crew wreckin' shop, but keepin' a cool head
That's needed to prevail, so The U forever rocks
Yeah, welcome to the show
This Hip Hop feelin' like home-cooked food for your soul
Yeah, welcome to the show
This Hip Hop feelin' like home-cooked food for your soul
Yeah, welcome to the show
This Hip Hop feelin' like home-cooked food for your soul
Yeah, welcome to the show
This Hip Hop feelin' like… Yeah
A paradox, we too nice with mad styles
Got somethin' for the chill spot to the packed house
Either way, we on our Pat Riles
Slick like the roads are all black ice on the course we mapped out
We're glidin', but will get wild on these stages
And make the spectators all get like screensavers
Bouncin' off the walls, it don't take a keys player
To recognize we b sharp, and what they c major
We aim to please, but won't appease the status
Quo, you know, panderin' to all this Peter Pan shit
We embrace growth, so my demeanor's mannish
And the way I think's advanced, so the words I speak advances
Enlightenment, it's a renaissance, we a restaurant
Servin' up this food for thought with the special sauce
Known to set it off, breakin' necks from the steady bop / Steady bop, ste-steady bop, steady bop...
Aye yo, I'm scintillatin', style's inseminatin'
If I lost you, I'm insinuatin' I come raw
When I'm disintegratin' aka breakin' it down
The flow is simulatin' an incinerator, yet we cooler than December, baby
Silly, ain't it? Put the track together, and we decimate it
Wreckin' records on the regular, ooh these regulators Regular
on the microphone, defecatin'
Like some L Boogie, you could smell the greatness when we center stagin'
I be gettin' loose from the cage on occasion
N.I.C, keep that mix laced with the Cajun
Spices out your Creole kitchen
Let's drop it on their heads like seagulls, this ecosystem isn't ready
We gon' shift the paradigm
Open e'rry pair of eyes, yo, this type of slick is rarified
Stop sprintin', it's a marathon
startin' here and now
Any movement that don't move the needle forward paralyzed