Rockefeller Records, the Imperial Skateboard P, Greyhover, y'all already know what it is! C'mon! Yeah, so what if you flip a couple words, I could triple that in birds Open your mind, you see the circus in the sky I'm wriggling brothers, Barnum and Bailey with the pies No matter how you slice it, I'm your motherfucking guy Just like a b-boy with 360 waves, do the same with the pot Still come back beige, whether right or southpaw Whether pot or jar, whip it around It still comes back hard, so easily do a W-H-I-P My repetition with wrists is to bring the kilo business I got C-R-E-O-C-O, bitches From my niggas who slipped, became prisoners Treats taped to the visitors You already know what the business is Unnecessary commissary, boy, we lit as *** Niggas wanna bring the 80's back It's okay with me, that's where they made me at Except I don't write no war I write my name in the history books, hustling in the hall Nah, I don't spend on my head I spend my work in the pot so I can spend my bread And I'm getting it, I'm getting it I ain't talking about it, I'm living it I'm getting it, straight getting it Get, get, get, get, get, get it, boy Don't waste your time fighting the light State your course and you'll understand It's 87 state of mind that I'm in In my prime so for that time I'm Rakim If it wasn't for the crime that I was in But I wouldn't be the guy who rhymes it is that I'm in No pain, no profit P.I. repeat if you show me where the pot is Cherry M3's with the top back Red and green G's on my hat North beast leathers, matching Gucci sweater Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together Whatever, hunting for the diamond chain Can't you tell that I came from the dope game Blame Reagan for making me into a monster Blame Oliver North when I ran Contra I ran contraband and they sponsored Before this rhyming stuff we was in concert And I'm getting it, I'm getting it I ain't talking about it, I'm living it I'm getting it, straight getting it Get, get, get, get, get, get it, boy Don't waste your time fighting the light State your course and you'll understand Push, money over broads, you got it? *** Bush Chef, guess what I cooked Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the books Rockstar, look, way before the bars My picture was getting took Feds, they like wack rappers Try as they may they couldn't get me on the hook D.A. want to indict me Cause fit scales in my veins like a Pisces The Pyrex pot cold up my sleeves Turn one into two like a Siamese Twin when it end I'ma stand as a man Never dying on my knees Last of a dying breed So let the champagne pop I partied for a while now I'm back to the block And I'm getting it, I'm getting it I ain't talking about it, I'm living it I'm getting it, straight getting it Get, get, get, get, get, get it, boy Why do you waste your time fighting the lie? State your cause and you'll understand Blue Magic, that's a brand name Like Pepsi, that's a brand name I stand behind it, I guarantee it They know that even if they don't know me anymore Than they know the chairman of General Mills Amen