Sing it
For the ^!$$%z with the bumps
Bump, c'mon, ba-bump

Comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk
^!$$% who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that ^!$$% from back in the days

Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the right angle even
We got the MAAD Circle in the house dis evenin

Get down, and ya don't quit
Yeah yeah, that's it damn ^!$$%, rock this %#@!, rock it
Aight, check one one, peep the blizzo

My trademark, chanky as $#&@, with the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue mother$#&@ers I'm comin

Hardcore's the way that I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I used to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet still strong as malt liquor

So mirror mirror who's the mother$#&@in ^!$$%?
Cause I'm the mother$#&@in ^!$$%
Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see?

Besides a shady-ass ^!$$% slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description young male holdin his dillznick

Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em

Takin this so-called gangster rap to another level
The capital W to the mother$#&@ers C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish earring

Down with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the mother$#&@in ^!$$%
Cause I'm the mother$#&@in ^!$$%

Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can $#&@ it up and treat it as if it was a four track

Locked down for years now releasin myself
Lettin my !@*^s swing from right left left right then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, ^!$$% looka

Beast known to make you give your mother$#&@in hood up
Cooler than a chollo, gettin my stroll on
Goin solo, $#&@ all you ^!$$%z should be my logo

(*##$es wasn't down now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets nathin but dug out like a booger

Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in time
And I can still remember when ^!$$%z wouldn't let me rhyme

Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin I take all they artists out
But check me out now ^!$$%, you can't stop the reign

Here to reclaim the fame
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the ^!$$%, mirror mirror solve the riddle

Cause I'm the mother$#&@in ^!$$%
$#&@ that, I'm the one, %#@!
Horns...

Am I the flyest ^!$$%?
Let it ride