Classic,
Classic,
Classic
Emergency, please someone call
Lars
Professor
Them whack -jack niggas in
the industry messed up the game
Now hip -hop is not
the same as yesterday
Ayo, it's codenamed
Extropy I know he could come
through with that recipe
Like
KFC, cause now it's a necessity
For us and in -laws we trust from now on
I wonder in the world how all
these fake gangster pimps
That rhyme over these simps got on
Jamaican
Dread said they get shot on
Put the red dot on their head
and unscrew
They cap like the back
row in the lunchroom
Eu ster
Got a problem here,
Houston
Alcock and you'll doo
-doo -doo like a rooster
Early, I'm burly when it come to this
I'm the one that sits at
number one on the list
Emergency
I don't wanna rhyme no more
I wanna take a face and use it
to lace up an d shine the floor
I'm mad, obviously you're on the pad
I released these angry notes I had
Orangatang, adrenaline,
nuts on my dingaling
Live guy doing the
cut that's not mingling
Butt mangling, microphone strangling
When I kick ass,
I like to get my whole ankle in deep
Not dissing the chief,
I'm a kid of the street
And my rhymes lock into the beat
On average, back in the days,
they born savage
Rude dude ain't gon'
change on the parish
Plus, I instructs, hold armies and cliques
As hard as it gets,
I still fucks with my harmony grits
Nigga, please, my rhyming expertise on
Mars
Professor at large
Emergency
Classic, classic, classic
Classic, classic, classic
Emergency
Classic, classic, classic
Classic, classic,
Emergency
Classic, classic, classic
Classic, classic,
Emergency
Classic, classic,
Well, aww man, kid,
just goofed and did it again
Lost professor, I gone
Where we spawn?