Prepare for a righteous flow yo, recite this slow so I might let lifeless hoes know They're people, not priced for dough though this sequel to Phife's first solo Hits evil like fighter's low blows to spite those prone to extrapolate Chaps with stacks of papes only get what's gone when you decapitate Thinkin' that it makes your status great, figurin' it might just laminate Your beauty, booty's laid provided that your duty's duly paid My mind's in truly moody states, whenever considering the skeefs that I'm renderin' As loot bag veterans, inheriting the rhetoric that they're better than everyone like Americans Rhyme sediments aim to explain why your game is lame Dreams of fame are all so mundane and the same like the beats for “Jane” It's a shame some skeefs still complain, by talkin' their “nigga ain't shit” But sure he is, love's laborious if his pockets ain't Bigger than kids Notorious But that don't apply to D see, gold diggers off I cut like lobotomies Be assuming that they gonna get something outta me, she entered in the wrong place like sodomy Please don't try to lie, you see I know what your decorum is Tryin' to play nigs like tournaments, professing fraudulence Through subordinate oral ornaments Big niggaz caught in this just 'cause your girl bends like Mercedes Don't mean it's dainty to fuck with ladies born in the mid-80's Having your babies while grades these shady beans flunkin' for flagrant Consumption of payments assumptions adamant you're clumped in agreement Lump sums now vacant stripped naked of cash you've worked and bent Over for and yet her intent there's no way you can circumvent Broke and out of luck, you're struck black, hoping that the slut will cut slack Toting all your bucks, her luck's fat, while your duck's flat, yo fuck that! CHORUS (x2) (I said) I've lead (lead) myself to get ahead (head) Towards success I've sped (sped) so losing loot I dread (dread) So I feel that instead ('stead) of getting myself wed (wed) I'll let my lyrics spread (spread) then you'll know my reason to make bread Females follow my felicity performed exquisitely to stop solicits skeefs Propose implicitly through hints that's mixed like my ethnicity Bad thoughts would visit me when dips conceited said “rhyming is just A hobby” so they lobby for my Queen Elizabeths and dead Prime Ministers Up in my head lines Grimace does compels me to “Bloody Murder” Honeys curved to cut me further from all my money, sure the Dummies lured before funny mergers between me and scandalous skanks who just Get cantankerous before plans they create soars like canker pus Dismantled trust in the true love, cuz they was giving up their loot stubs, it Make a nigga wanna do 'nuff shit, that'll get a bitch screwed up quick You done thickened their impression brothers were made just for dollar dispensin' While my words speak louder than actions but I couldn't afford to put my two cents in 'Til the commencement of a part time job in rap poverty hard rhymes starve Some feel robbin' peeps solve fine problems evolving from fraud crime slobs My mind is on guard for God so my earnings for my mic yearning So Magicly like Earvin I'll be heard in Sweden suburban Streets like turbans I rap to hurt men cringing send 'em with singin' Reps like necks in lynchings but it's contingent on how stringent My passion's engine is indigenous hip-hop kid is this Dan-e-o character North America's relic to true rap's calibre, so like Excalibur I chop off hoes Bad like Erykah without U I would really doubt two bucks from my pouch soon would leave my dream's stout bloom This tune's directed to the nigs who wanna beat a trick, thinkin' spending loot is how you treat her slick Now she wishing Monolith could repeat the skit, cuz she sleep 'n lick, bitch eat a dick! CHORUS