What It Is
A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby)Uh, how you feelin' y'all (I'm feelin' fine)
Yo, this is the way it's goin' downWe come in compound releasin' double-rounds in houndLike heat sensors, your defense techniques are no matchWhen I begin to draw back, cover up your cardiac'Cause I'll arrest ya, when I penetrate feel the pressureThe critical perfectionist, rhythmic expressionistWe comin' deadlier than venomAnd you'll be scared to pick the mic up againLyrically you on the level of Green, Eggs and HamYour best bet is the fold 'cause I gots a bigger handPlus I'm steppin' like a monster so go-go and scramYou ain't experienced, you lucky if you ride the ambulance'Cause when you dealin' with fool Will is quite fatalShape-shiftin' brothers like Play DoughYour rhymes are anal and we ain't got no time to playNo games, put the mic down, boy, try not to say noMore o' them rhymes 'cause you duplicate like KinkosYou're a carbon copy with the wrinklesYou whacka than that n**** that be rhymin' in a Pringle commercialPut your career in reversal
[Chorus]No need to front, that's what it isI gotta get into youOh, I'm gonna show you what it isI wanna get into you
Strong communicator called the Black Eyed PeasHard illustrator co-coordinate with easeAnd duplicator crew, we put 'em all on freezeLock 'em in the cell, then throw away the keysAnother lost identity in diseaseEntity with a so-called MCEnemies will decrease when I step into your sceneriesOf course now you off course lost up in the sourceI'm running out of time, there's no time for no scrimmageA race to raid the diamonds and replace it with the real imagePicture that, I know where I'm atI know where I'm going and I'll be backWith a stronger impact lyrics be intactGet you intoxicated when black attackWith the full-force pressure, hard to measureOn a rated scale whack MC's won't prevailOn a dream of makin' cream, braggin' about infrared beamsBut it seems all they really pullin' is pullin' them schemesI take it back to the essence of hip-hopNever will I stop with my beat-box
[Chorus]No need to front, that's what it isI gotta get into youOh, I'm gonna show you what it isI wanna get into you
Can you feel itI gotta get into youOh, I'm gonna show you what it isI wanna get into you
No need to front, that's what it isI gotta get into youOh, I'm gonna show you what it isI wanna get into you