[Chorus x4] [Father MC: Interlude] Yeah you know sweetheart I told you once And i feel i don't have to tell you anymore It's you that i want, and it's
been accepted where you've been denied I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn
s made well Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it any farther I'm funky, that's word to the father
on my New York shit (WOO!) Big Pun on my New York shit Jam Master Jay on my New York shit [Busta Rhymes] BVD's and durags nigga Stand on the corners,
your shoes moonwalkin Soon to talk about, "Pop Music" You'll buy it cause you choose it A lot of MC's is really S&M'n Whips and chains, I maintain like
thing really meaning the next You're just a contra-DICK, your mind's been tampered WITH Like some holy boooks, but looks to the sky Cause Wonder Why's here to save the day
to the slaughter! Get circumsized son and turned into a daughter! Niggas know they oughta - drink the fuckin' kool aid! Industy laid out authorities are too late! MC's
to be a technological disease And psychologically do battle with the best emcee's *Inaudible* these in technique Cause I'm the capital of revolutionary nation that's
MC squared, you can't relate How we made God with our hands Whatever would Robert have said to his God About he made war with the Sun E equals MC squared
.S. About to shoot us for revolution; that's how you gotta move A lot of rules, some locked in solitude Curse the day of they birth confused, who's to
y'all will do, Spin dunn done it The baguettes, the Prada stilet's On the turntables, call me Gillette [Verse 4: Father MC] Yo! First of all big up to
young) Doin drive by's in fuckin pink caddies Tie you up and beat you worse the L L Cool J's daddy This is a crime that even Mc Gruff couldnt solve
, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what'
reality formed screaming From a palace where the weather's warm Yo you have to be the father and the lord of the score Used to hover here now it's cutting
some guns (guns) alcohol and drugs cause there's a lot of strife (strife) in the thugs life, yeah-e yeah-ah [Verse 1: Xplicit] The first day of the rest
Tellin' sucker MC's don't waste my time There's a girl I know her name is Betty Straight to the head just rock it steady She's so freaky she'll juice
