Released on January 1, 2002

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[Intro]

Let's go

9th Wonder


[Verse One]

While you wondering what Leg is thinking

Leg is thinking what you wondering

Drinking, I'm down under and

Thoughts of wild money, Crocodile Dundey

Shit he's waving, now that's a knife

Shit he's saying, now that's the trife

Ugly ass don't touch me ass nigga with attitude

Still rap for you, might seem I'm against you

Then it might seem we're friends too

It's two sided, ain't none of that hide

I don't give a shit who writes it

Choose beats or choose riots, want organized street gang shit

Real like democracy, we can claim this

Who run it? With a mafia like Tres 6

Who want it? I'll drop on you and break shit

Ugh

I'll drop on you and break shit

[Hook] x2

Drops

You love it when it drops, and cops?

I don't give a fuck about the cops, and pops?

Been a problem since I busted outta pops, and watch?

You have no choice but to watch


[Verse Two]

It was roll on point, everytime I spoke on joints

Take it to the farthest extent, stayed on target with hits

While you way off

I cut your foot off, then wrap it in Kinte cloth

Badly wounded

Born to the world, then madly consumed it

Destruction appetite, clutching my past life

People acting like animals, evil acting hungry cannibals

A fool born

A unicorn's horn torn

Our population, wants more porn

NC-17 obscene, reading graffiti under the bridge

Trap

But speaking freely I just wanna live

Puff marijuana tulips, wit a crush on Ananda Lewis

She's so pretty

But Leg he's so gritty

She could never love me, L-E-G is too ugly

Beauty and the Beast, truly

I'm a Beast

A monstrosity

Who can drop with me?

[Hook] x2


[Verse Three]

Animal girls hands touching on him, it's one zoo

Animal world busted condom, I come through

Only see black white like nuns do

Honestly, mad at life redrum you

Everything you done once, I've done two

Treat you like Isaiah, and Son you

Teach you the way, look what I've done true

180 spun you

Made you hate me, then made you embrace me

In many cities, got plenty shitty and cost a pretty penny

You can't afford me

Some against me, some support me

Like abortion, play the game of prize and fortune

Stay the same, alive when the war ends

Charlie Sheen in platoons, San's son

I got a rivalry with the moon, publicize it soon

Will join in illustrations, to avoid litigations

I switched identities, LFK they still try to get the Kennedys

Try to assassinate me

The last of the great MCs, similar to Mohicans

Might see me in the spot slow freaking, a chick with her flesh hanging out

John Henry shit

Leg's banging out

[Hook] x2