Released on October 31, 1999

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[Intro]

I have a request tonight... when you hear this... that is the introduction...

Do you love pianos?


[Verse 1: OneBeLo]

This is how I represent, I rock the mic 110 percent

It's intimate, I keeps the party movin' like an immigrant

Binary Star, superstar, it's no coincidence

Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent

We don't get down like them clown and the kids

I'm used to being indigent, who said it's all about the Benjamins?

I want a fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery

Fortunately, my music is never watery

That's how it's gotta be as far as I can see

Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my view, it's like astronomy

It ain't all about economy

So the fact that all these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me

Honestly, my number one policy is quality

Never sell my soul is my philosophy

High velocity, lyrics like Nostrodamus makin' prophecy

I told you cats a long time ago it ain't no stoppin' me

I bomb your set: that's not a threat, it's a promise

Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish

But still I never claim to be a big rap star

'Cause no matter who you are, it's still Allahu Akbar

Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this

I'm bad to the bone but X-rays can't even see this

See I'm strategic, I letcha money talk, bullshit walk

While I keep it rollin' like paraplegics

Whoever's on the microphone, let it be known

You in danger, I got next like the Boston Strangler

You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this

And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this


[Interlude]

That is the main theme

I'm gonna do something else


[Verse 2: Senim Silla]

Get a grip on yourself 'cause you ain't grippin' mines

Life and times, idolize rap guys outta line careers I finalize

Collide with this seranade cyanide you've applied for Silla-cide

The thing that makes killa's hide

Hang 'em high by they gold link necktie

And drain 'em dry enter temper sty now you ain't Ki

So you ain't that high, wanna be aeronautic

Then get swatted for actin' fly

Mastermines crafty rhymes, Ill wind from drafty lines

That chill spines like the Alpines, runnin' up on senim turbines

A close encounter of the worst kind

Go ask the cats that heard I'm lyrical turpentine

Who wanna taste mine? I carry hell on the waistline

God's gift to bassline so let the phlegm fly

I semi 75 through the MI, when I forcefully Jedi

In a bullseye red-eye, heads fly bet I sharpshoot dead-eye

Snooze crews bed bye, Mary Lou flippin', I paper punk rip it

I stomp it, I semper-fi represent, temper I, signified

Walkin' rhyme, ain't nothin' similar

Or Gemini, or in this perimeter 'cept him and I?

Cats be cut dry, I'm a wild wet guy

I be rainin' precipitation 'til it's one inch from neck-high

Arrest fly kids mid-sky without an alibi

Who said you rap tight? You come unraveled by

Slice of this rap scalpel, as quick as apple pie

I'm learned in all schools of thought and shit you baffled by

Conceptual intellectual fox sly

Silla oxide, rhymes flow like a rockslide

You must've forgot I'd slap your ass knockneed and cockeyed

Bruised, battered, broken up, open cut, dipped in peroxide

Death to the Pop Fly


[Outro]

I usually don't do request numbers

Unless of course I have been asked to do so