boof baf

i'm chill-master-nell of a thousand emcees

but how are you gonna tell the real i bust from these fo' knees

cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company

they go home

they write a rhyme

they think they ready to battle better

some write forward

some write backward

i wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo

with a verse that's worse than the last one

some say boo! he's the po he used to diss jamaicans

and hatians cause you thought i was american

ay pras

remember that song they sang

yeah!

go back to jamaica

what's good is what's new

but now we move off with uncle's with a trail-crate of cooler!

i'm from the island

the island i'm from is the strong island

emcees must be right

when i syke from lack of freestylin'

mind must be sharp until my holler girl

i get all in

black stylin'

ridin'

boof'll be trappin'

when they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'

huh

coolin' while i'm rappin'

another sound of a guy

never boy

duck punk

try

another sound of a guy

never boy

duck punk

try

said if you write with pencil you must write with

if you have a rooster you must have a

five plus five you know that equals to

then spit the yellow man

check it to groove-to-groove site

one

two

i throw a flow to catch it

three

four

back she know before the track miss

i fuck ya when style go

to wreck this static

aiyyo i used to drive a hooptie

check me down swoopie

rollin' with the jones' but i different homozones

see life's got no value if i ain't got no statue

hannibal heads

i be the kid from timbuktu"