I’m flipping, dipping, tripping outside

Got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why

While I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants

Laid back walk into my B Boy stance

I’m flipping, dipping, tripping outside

Got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why

While I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants

Laid back walk into my B Boy stance

I drank brass monkey back when I was twelve

I didn't really like it so back on the shelf

Pull Jameson whiskey straight out the bottle

I’ll kick it root down with my hangover tomorrow

That straight Sabotaged plans for the day

And MC hammer said that’s why we pray

There's only one question on my mind still

What’s the time? Yo it’s time to get ill!

Got pulled over still actin chill

Handed the cop my license to ill

He said oh snap I didn't recognize you

Mat Lee rolling solo so I had to hypnotize him

I’m flipping dipping tripping outside

Got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why

While I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants

Laid back walk into my B Boy stance

Now y'all know me I be writing rhymes daily

I gave three albums away now pay me

So many styles you're barely finishing

I kick it old school like the young aborigines

I might let it get a little artsy

While I fight for my right to cry at my party

Eyes glazed over looking all shook and its

Because I ain't slept since Brooklyn

Hello Nasty now check ya head

Packing that bop gun heater instead

It’s Paul's Boutique in a bad situation

Which is why i practice ill communication

That straight Sabotaged plans for the day

MC hammer said that’s why we pray

Only one question on my mind still

What’s the time? Yo it’s time to get ill!

Got pulled over still actin chill

Handed the cop my license to ill

He said oh snap I didn't recognize you

Mat Lee rolling solo so I had to hypnotize him

I’m flipping dipping tripping outside

Got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why

While I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants

Laid back walk into my B Boy stance

I’m flipping dipping tripping outside

Got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why

While I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants

Laid back walk into my B Boy stance

On the internet these people like to argue

Creepy little sheep mixed in a Polly Wog Stew

Find me on Google because my Ad Rocks

And I got Hot Sauce Committee for these bland tots

The hills have eyes all spun out and ruthless

As the world turns for the Young and the Useless

That gets me Rock Hard drawing with chalk

Blue ball bored, blacked out from our little talk

And then there’s rainbows, give chase

And follow the same bros who got lost trying to train doe’s

No wait, that’s not how the saying goes

To the five boroughs waiting on the painted snow

I choose sedate mode when I debate lightweight foes

And I’m sorry doesn't cut it for the ninth gate shows

I’m not here to tease your voice but

Pour out some liquor for the Beastie Boys

I’m flipping dipping tripping outside

Got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why

While I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants

Laid back walk into my B Boy stance

Got pulled over still actin chill

Handed the cop my license to ill

He said oh snap I didn't recognize you

Mat Lee rolling solo so I had to hypnotize him