[Intro]

It's a prototype

You know the type

Anacron

Gallery

Netherworlds

Big Alo

Garden Family Circle

And my DJ, Mr. Daze

[Verse]

It’s The Garden Family Circle and Anacron

‘finna leave your blood curdled. The man is on

Like an RC made by Ertl. Don’t stand for long

'cause I hop, skip, and hurdle with damn-a'strong

Westernized Olympic verbals. I ran the bomb

Right from one end of the Earth 'til the Amazon

Fck that sticky-icky-purple, and damn a bomb

This is poppin’ like a Burple retract to long

Nggas try to rap and gurgle — I’ll slam a Don

If he’s tugging at my shirt ‘til my grammar spawns

Earfuls of profane curse bull, so can the brawn

Unless you want to get some hurtful. I’ll scan your jawn

With a look that’s making her feel a panty pond

Between her legs, mushy like Urkel. I’ll cram the wand

In her crack like a gerbil, no pantalons!

Anacron’s a walking Herschel. From Grand to John

Kennedy Airport the turf we’ll be standing on

We’ll be blazing like fresh herbals. Man the song

Will keep poppin’ like a kernel, and slamming on

Daily just like a diurnal . A jammer gone

Nuts, like that fool Studs Terkel. I’ll ban a pawn

For rapping slower than a turtle. I am the darn

Cutest thing you’ve seen like Nermal — It’s Anacron

Underground never commercial!