Ah yea

Whole world

MCs

Whose slick?

We lounge stay phat notice our G limp

A natural flair with our fresh-ass hair

Style baggy out, clout, slick

Creamy and fresh East Coast to West

Brooklyn, making money

Uptown, making money

To the Universal fam, making money

Old school MCs, making money

[Butterfly]

I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year

Myrtle Ave, A-train, got the pick in my hair

And what sixteen joints later still lounge

Fresh from Flatbush in my baggy booster Guess

Style is type ease, busted cami fatigues

50,000 leagues of Black, so what's up

Can we avenue slide player style ghetto walk

To the East son, wild Crooklyn, New York

Creamy kids yell Smith and Wesson when I'm blessing

The angular slang blow spots, bang—eleven

Hanging like bats cause the twelve-inch wax

Say "Scorpio"

And my hair say 'fro

And my blood say 'bro

My clique say, "a-yo"

Make sparks from the barrel mental pistol

To the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua

The cool blast mega we black we wildflowers

Scott La Rock had 'em all

I gots to ball, and roll with little Panthers through these project halls

The three-color flag can't hold my baggy sag

7-1-8 to Omega

Black motion is ocean style

Slick in my ways since days of deep classics

Now glamor boys want to be triple phatted

But I'm slicker this year

I'm slicker this year

[Bridge]

East born

Beats Tannoys on

Lovely, all over the city

In your tape deck blasting

7R's and the phat fly sneakers

And the camouflage

[Refrain: Mecca the Ladybug]

To the hip-hop nation, making money

To the mixtape crew, making money

To the West Coast, making money

To the Boogie Down Bronx, making money

[Doodlebug]

I was raised in the ways of the Manchu Clan

And five elements posture, take a B-boy stance

With the gold front shining, baggy pants sagging

This Brooklyn styling got the fly girls smiling

But I'm climbing, finding new ways of rhyming

Not living like a star, it's strictly bout surviving

Diving, deep into the grooves of the ghetto

This downtown flavor shines from many angles

Yes the notorious, with rhymes so glorious

The Manchu Monkey over flunkies is victorious

Rappers be boring us with rhymes so conventional

Dazed and amazed when they hear the three dimensional

Lyrical skills of the insect in motion

Coasting down Fulton with a bag of magic potion

Now I'm rolling with the seven and the crescents

Puffing some expression

Manifesting today's lessons

Stressing the fact that I'm solar guaranteed to go far

Cause the mind is interstellar

Still peace like that, so have no fear

But I'm slicker this year

I'm slicker this year

[Refrain]

To the queens everywhere, making money

To the whole S.I, making money

To the lumpen mass, making money

Don't forget about your peeps when ya, making money

[Ladybug Mecca]

Now you see that I'm 68 inches above sea level

93 million miles above these devils

Play me in the winter

Play me in the summer

Play me in the autumn

Any order

You want em I got em, dripping like water

Catch me at a hot spot with the dusk daughters

We bouncing, moving within the true circles

We played you, made you change, straight New Yorked you

We stratify our wealth from my Luchi in the bank

There's love amongst the ranks

Now I'm about to beep my homegirl

Cause we be alike

A-alike, C-alike, yes G-alike

Jazzy Joyce, on the wheels

Jazzy Joyce, no one smoother

Jazzy Joyce, phatter than a '94 Land Cruiser

Where you from

The Bronx representing like whatever, pa

Cool, are you slicker this year

Yeah, watch