[VERSE 1 Oh - back again makin the rhythm kick jazz Used to be wick-wack, now I got funky pizzazz Idryss ll do my fade-up cause he cuts em like class And the chicks want me to lick cause I m too quick, I think I ll pass Dollars, if I don t fold em, I roll em like a bolo Other steppin to brothers cause he be God? Oh no G-o-d, I be not he, it s true, don t call me loco And my man Eric the Wiz will stir the mini mix up like Coco Cut like Michael Myers, start up fires, I m a scar hard Thinkin I be wimpy, I just simply rip em far apart Ansaars in New York, I know that you know that you are God This brother s from Chicago, so I guess I m a Chigagod Rhythm is my producer of rhythms on the wax The posse Lower Level be kickin some funky tracks Never ask, I ax, I get madder than Max Diggem smacks, if they try to tax I play em like a sax [CHORUS Rock - me call it what? Razzamatazz Rock - me call it what? Jazzamatazz [VERSE 2 Styles, I hand em, I brand em like cattlecakes Better get flows from your bros if a battle takes I hear a hiss, the tale of a taddle shakes Backs this breaks givin aches to the rattlesnakes I get spunky with funky stylin Rhythms I flow, I kick them wild and Tryin to get with the styles I m pilin For your sob story I better get the violin Come again - watch a fun one construct I don t like sissy chickens and I hate a sucker duck Some label me a sucker because ducks I like t pluck The only way I be a sucker is if women wanna suck Always goin broke so I don t dig into my stash I m cool as Brian Robbins on the show _Head of the Class_ If you don t get the picture, make the camera go flash When this rhythm was a baby, doc spanked him on his - jaz [CHORUS [VERSE 3 Study my culture, soar like a vulture My teacher Marvin Howard will create my sculpture I m kickin Islam, some brothers try to bomb Facts can harm but I still say Salaam Sometimes I blush, bust and leave puss Hush if I must, plus I don t forget to flush With suckers I fuss, thought I was soft like a slush Chicagods crush cause they think toys r us Hip hip what hop This funky hip hip what hop Is funky hip hip what hop This funky hip hip what hop ll make a drip drip what drop I like to rip rip what shop I always slip slip what cops Reachin the tip tip what top Come in again Buck-buck, my rhythm be knockin at the do Mi stamina rock, mi stamina rock, bloodclot, I do not know Why they judge me by one rap and say too fast I flow Even though I kinda thought I said it slow - oh [CHORUS

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