La Schmoove (Instrumental)

And I don't stop drop, I get props

I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion

And all MC's jaws drops down

My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin

Rippin MC's to smithereens to their

Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-Stockings

So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip

You'll say "Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship"

So ooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?

Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it

Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe Le Pew, Pepe Le Pew

La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove ([x4]

[Phife Dawg]

Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow

Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so

Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills

I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill

Twenty years of age, but yet I still see knowledge

And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in collega

But I chose to pursue, in a field called music

And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it

Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps

Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS

Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss

And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross

As small as I am, I still can pack jams

Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam

Not tryin to say that no one can get with me

Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery

Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice

My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice

Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore

Now that you got what you want, do you want more?

(UHH!) Because I got more in store!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]

[Moc Fu]

MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child

I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile

Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere

'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair

Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this

Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous

Cause I manifest in, words that I'm preachin

Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin

I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK

I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop

The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan

The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East

Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo

Single, "The Alarm", the girls cooties I will tingle

No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE

No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE

Write, the capital, M.O.

Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show

Irregular styles is here too

Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake

Not Alexander but considered to be Great

Great, but, like the Grape Ape

Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break

Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken

Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token

I guess not, cause you pause for the cause

You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws

Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels

Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x8]