Released on March 24, 1998

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[Verse 1]

Black solidarity day, a read sentence

Looking at the Moon, he starts his coming soon

High like my man, come on give me the fame

His flame is so bright, open up your life

Let me swim with your feelings

I love y'all to death, get married to my song

I prolong, nigga, my style is real strong

Plus I stay dipped like the first day of school

Blood pool kid with the low cut fade, my darts is number one

Playtime is over, black October

My debt still correct

Revised and updated from the old temple

Big Pens is tai chi

Head crack shit my brains is Jet Lee

Put away your weapons it's Master MC

One hundred skills if you ever try to fuck me


[Chorus]

Feet come first, sometimes not the head

Some niggas eat, some don't get fed

If you live by the sword you might die by the lead

You get what you get if you thinking with your dick

MCF mean your thinking with your head

Money comes first, this time I can't dead

You get what you get if you thinking with your dick

MCF mean your thinking with your head


[Verse 2]

Grew up in the projects, watch out for Ted

Hearse get you first, too late, no paramed

Dark Park Hill day, cold and sour

It's only Staten Island that represent the power

Godbody we stand, unite, kid, right

With the excellent beam of light, so stand still

Hold your breath, the late Homicide Hill

Before the big gates, everything was chill

Shaolin! It's like Hurricane Kim

Suuu! You better beware, we coming in

Original, yeah, it's the kid from back then

To all the pussy niggas that be tryna pretend

MCF Killa Beez, son, what, you got a problem

Déjà vu, .45 slug that escalates

Don't perpetrate, hip-hop is mine

Find something else, words are dealt cordially

In an orderly fashion, thrashing, black mamba javelins travelling

Once again, dunn, try to comprehend, catch a split end


[Chorus]

Feet come first, sometimes not the head

Some niggas eat, some don't get fed

If you live by the sword you might die by the lead

You get what you get if you thinking with your dick

MCF means you thinking with your head

Money comes first, this time I can't dead

You get what you get if you thinking with your dick

MCF means you thinking with your head


[Verse 3]

I'm taking trips downtown, having this chick go down

Fresh sneakers, fresh hats, sometimes I carry gats

Low straps, baggy slacks, one frosty chain with the six gold caps

I go for dolo, hear my LP style for solo

Han Solo of this rap Star Wars, going on tours for the course

Whirlwind, records spin, walk forward, exploring

The lime living, plus thank heads forgiving

Pursue the ones that don't, Cappa's going gold

Never sold my soul, twenty something years old

Travel the globe, one time tasting the wine

Teach the dumb, deaf and blind

Have strength to go the whole length

For my two seeds, house these tooth fairies

February sanctuaries, child support court

Days are too short, I'm completing all my goals

Stay amped up, be alert, secure the foundation

Seek more education that money can never worth

Head first, feet first, whatever the case

MCF means fuck off, kid, you out of place


[Chorus]

Feet come first, sometimes not the head

Some niggas eat, some don't get fed

If you live by the sword you might die by the lead

You get what you get if you thinking with your dick

MCF means you thinking with your head

Money comes first, this time I can't dead

You get what you get if you thinking with your dick

MCF means you thinking with your head